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On The 
Hills Of Home 


John Calvin Sharpe 

CObb Memorial Archive* 

3419 20th Avenue 
Valley, Alabama J6S5* 

June, 1972 

Printed in the United States of America 
By Hester Printing • a facility of West Point Fepperell ♦ West Point, Georgia 31 833 


For the fine cooperation and research work* I would like to express my 
many thanks to the following persons* who aided me greatly in formulating 
this Sharpe family report; 

First* my wife, Euna B, Sharpe, Route 2, LaFayette, Alabama 

Dr. Joe Edward Low, 1423 Creekmere, Canyon, Texas 

Georgia L. Page, Houston 6, Texas 

George Sharpe, 376 Bashaw, Alberta, Canada 

Preston Sharpe, Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 

John R. Piatt, Dept. of Physics, University of Chicago, Illinois 

Feme Sharpe Khol, Bashaw, Alberta, Canada 

Roland Atwood Sharpe, South Commerce, Sebring, Florida 

Daniel C. Griffin, Farrnington, New Mexico * 

Emma Lois Groggan, Zepher, Texas 

Margaret H. Ridley* 3543 University, Dallas, Texas 

Maxine Sharpe Wheeler, Tampa, Florida 

Odessa Sharpe Shipley, Calgary, Alberta, Canada 

John Sharpe Williams, Benton, Mississippi 

Archie D. Gray, Franklin, Texas 

This book is dedicated to my daughter Margaret (Peggy) Sharpe Rodgers, 
her husband, Gerry Rodgers, their three children, Gerry* Jr., Martha Jane 
and Jim; all my nieces, nephews and cousins by the dozens, estimated to be 
well beyond the one thousand mark* and always including the quick and the 
dead. What a gathering that will be* On The Hills of Home. 


John Calvin Sharpe 



The family name of Sharpe (or Sharp) is Anglo-Saxon, meaning sharp, 

quick, and skillful. 

Families of Sharpe are to hi? found in the British Isles, and one is recorded 
as having lived in Russia. Another lived in the Barbados, West Indies. 

Among the Sharpe family in England were distinguished doctors and 

The American records consulted, state that the Sharpe family settled in 
North Carolina, Judging by the similarity in the Arms, the American family 
is a direct descendant of the Sharpe family who went from England to the 


Deseendants of this distinguished family can be found throughout our 
country, many of whom have been prominent in social affairs, the arts, as 
well as in the world of business. 

Reference: Burke's — General Armory 





Anns — Argent, a fess azure, between two cross- 
crosslets Htchee in cheif and a mullet in 
base sable , a bordure wavy gules. 

Crest — A celestial crown, or. 

Motto— -"Pro mitra coronam" 


1066 to 1960 

The following is a short historical and genealogical 
study of the Sharpe family tree from 1066 to I960. 
Also, it might have been entitled "The First 
Thousand Years of the History of the Sharpe 
Family," since one Baron Von Sharff, a German 
(this is Sharpe in present day English), came to 
Britain from Normandy at the time of William the 
Conqueror, The Baron shared in the land division 
of the Great Conqueror, and was made a feudal 
lord at the beginning of the feudal system. This, 
without a doubt, was the greatest farm program in 
the history of man, in which the conqueror divides 
the spoils of victory with his adventurous soldiers, 
His victory over King Harold of England at the 
Battle of Hastings, on the English Channel, October 
14, 1066, had tremendous influence on western 
civilization, for the same adventurous spirit led 
their ancestors to the Americas only a few genera- 
tions later. 

By this time the family had taken on the English 
spelling of the name, or at least the first record of 
the earliest use of the name was when Robert Sharp 
married Barbara Bacon in the year 1513 in Islington, 
England, which gives rise to the claim of English 
nationality. But. coming from Normandy to England 
with William, who was Norman French, the line 
could have easily been descended from the North- 
men, or Vikings from Norway or Scandanavia, who 
conquered Normandy in 911, and in turn adopted 
French customs and civilization. To complicate the 
nationality of the name further, Normandy for 
centuries had been occupied by a Celtic people, 
who vigorously resented Roman invasion, and were 
a member of a blond blue-eyed branch of Aryan 
family including the Gaelic, Scotch, Irish, Welch 
and Britons, as well as ancient Cauls, who originated 
in the slopes of the Northern Alps, and roamed 
Europe 1200 B. C. The possibilities are numerous, 
although we claim English and Scotch. 

This system of large land owner control, worked 
by tenants, lasted through the reign of many kings, 
but at its final breaking up, found some of the 
Sharp families moving into Scotland in search of 
new lands, while some remained in England, The 
news of Columbus' discovery of America at this 
time was spreading over Europe and the adventurous 
spirit of the Sharps was kindled anew. Conditions in 
Scotland had become very unsettled, and Britain 
had just won mastery of the seas in their defeat of 
the Spanish Armada, and it seemed that the whole 
of England had become a nation of sea rovers. More 

ships were being built, more young men were 
needed to man them, thus opening the way for 
adventurous young men to seek their fortunes in 
the new world. 

The spirit of adventure, which was fanned to its 
highest peak, was necessary for the crossing of 
such a wide expanse of little known waters, and 
none but the very bravest would have attempted 
such an undertaking. This was, no doubt, an act 
of providence, foT the scattering out of the people 
has played a most important part in God's plan for 
man from the beginning; that is, to subdue and 
replenish the earth. 

Through the pioneering spirit, man was placed in 
the best position to subdue the land and forest, 
enabling him to endure the hardships and increase 
his profits, that he might better care for a family, 
thus replenishing the earth. Whether the Sharps in 
England and Scotland at this state of the family 
history felt it was God's hand leading them or not, 
they satisfied a pioneering urge, w r hich is a contin- 
uing tradition of the family, by sailing for America. 
Crossing three thousand miles of the storrn-battered 
Atlantic, they were in ships that today's ship builders 
would consider very unsea worthy. 

The next record of the family was that of Samuel 
Sharp, first to cross the Atlantic, who was wrecked 
by a hurricane on the coast of Bermuda, in the ship 
"Sea Venture," soon after the turn of the sixteenth 
century, and was delayed some time before he 
could continue his voyage. He settled in Virginia, 
and w r as a member of the First Assembly in Virginia. 
Samuel returned to England, and thence to New 
England, in 1631. It is possible that he came over 
with the Jamestown Colony in 16C7. Thomas E. 
Tobitha Sharp came to New England as an assistant 
to the Massachusetts Bay Company in 1631, and 
returned to England in 1631. William Sharp and his 
wife, Hannah, with their three sons, John, William 
and Hugh, along with his brother, Thomas, came 
over from England in 1632 in the ship "Samuel," 
and settled in Eversham TWP, Burlington County, 
New Jersey 

The ancestral list continues with some very 
interesting and familiar names that are found in 
every generation of the family down to the present 
day, and presents sound historical evidence that the 
first Sharps who came to England, at least idolized 
the great conqueror or their leader, by naming three 
sons William Rufus, John Robert and Henry* 

The genealogy list continues, in some instances 
giving births and marriages as follows; John Sharp, 
bom 1661, married Elizabeth Paine, whose son 
William Sharp, bom 1689, married Mary Austin; 
their son Hugh Sharp, bom 1724, married first to 
Sabillar, and second to Ann Stratton, whose son 
Thomas Sharp, bom 1759, married Ruth Stratton; 
and their son William Thomas Sharp, born 1778, 
married Rachel Partridge, whose several sons and 
daughters were William, John, Frank, Peter, Ruth, 
Rachel, Ann and Daniel — the youngest son bom 
1811 in Baldwin County, Georgia. 

Coming back to Daniel Sharp in a later chapter, 
let's go back and pick up the trail of progress of the 
other Sharps in early American pioneer life, when 
the ability to out-fight the Indian, beat him to the 
bulk of the fur trade, while at the same time growing 
food to feed the family, were necessary in winning 
the American continent 

The first settlement was made in Virginia, on the 
Rappahannock River, on the tidewater of the 
Chesapeake Bay, where the town is still called 
Sharps. Others were made in New Jersey and 
Maryland, still bearing the name of Sharpstown, 
near the line of Delaware, Two other settlements 
were made in Pennsylvania, one near Pittsburgh, 
and still called Sharpsburg, with over ten thousand 
population; the other was near the line of Ohio and 
called Sharpsville. 

Their great love for the mountains kept them close 
to the Alleghenies all the way down into East 
Tennessee- Here the mountains began to spread 
out into wide plateaus, and some of the boys and 
their families joined a band of siettlers led by Daniel 
Boone, and went into Kentucky, where they hewed 
out another Sharpstown, before loading their wagon 
trains and hitting the trails to discover the wide 
open plains to the Far West. 

William Sharp, who married Rachel Partridge at 
Cumberland Gap, turning his eyes South, pushed on 
into East Tennessee, where he spent some time 
before moving into North Georgia, to Atlanta, 
where his wife died when Daniel was born. First, 
Daniel was sent to live with an older sister in 
Tennessee, but was later placed in the home of 
Jack and Odella Lynch. They were an elderly couple, 
and had a considerable amount of influence in 
bringing up young Daniel Sharp. Seeing the plight 
of the William Sharp family as they returned to 
Tennessee, after Rachel, the mother, had died in 
Atlanta, they offered to take Daniel into their home 
and care for him as one of their own until the family 
was better settled, and they did, Daniel lived with 
the Lynches until he was almost grown. 

In the meantime, as the frontiers were steadily 
pushing to the South and West, tales of adventure 

and excitement led William to renew his desire to 
explore these new r lands to the South for a home for 
his family, But, before any family was safe in this 
wilderness, the Indians must first be driven out. It 
was not long before the opportunity of a lifetime 
was to be his. A call went out for volunteers, and 
with William's experience in Indian fighting, he 
was persuaded to join a detachment of men, who 
joined Andrew Jackson in Tennessee to aid in his 
campaign against the Indians in Alabama and 

Jackson had already established himself as a leader 
in frontier fighting with two instant victories under 
his belt; one was over the Creek Indians at Horseshoe 
Bend on the Tallapoosa River in Alabama, March 
27, 1814, and the other was over the British in the 
Battle of New Orleans on January 8, 1815, Joining 
Jackson and his men gave William the opportunity 
of seeing more of the land to the South. Their line of 
march from Tennessee led across North Georgia 
down through East Alabama, following -almost the 
same trail which is now Highway 43 L One special 
campsite made six miles North of La Fayette figured 
heavily in the Sharpe history in Chambers County, 
to be mentioned later. This was fondly marked in 
his memory as a large rock, with a cool stream of 
water flowing across it. This march took place in 

Jackson broke camp here and marched South on 
his campaign to suppress Indian attacks on white 
settlers near the Spanish border of the Territory of 
Florida, where his boldness almost got him in 
trouble with the V, S. Government. In his eagerness 
to fight Indians, he exceeded his orders and pushed 
on into Florida, which was Spanish territory, and 
captured Saint Marks, hanging two British spies. 

John C. Calhoun, who was then Secretary of War, 
proposed that Jackson be censured for his act, which 
only resulted in hostility between the two, and when 
Jackson was elected President, Calhoun was made 
Vice-President, but later resigned owing to strained 
relations. This left Jackson in full control, and was 
a major political victory. 

With their war mission accomplished, Jackson's 
men trekked back to the mountains of Tennessee, 
where William Sharp was separated from service. 
Yet the thoughts of rocks, branches and blue daisies 
of Alabama still lingered in his mind. By this time, 
Alabama had become a new state, and he lost no 
time in talking over with his sons, Daniel, Peter 
and John, the possibility of a trip down to Alabama 
over the old trail to the campsite, where he aided 
his sons in settling their families. John settled in 

the Fredonia area, Peler and Daniel on adjoining 
farms in the White Plains Community, The original 
Jackson Camp Grounds, still in the Sharp family, 
is being developed today into Sharped Playgrounds. 

After establishing his sons in Alabama, William 
made a trip to Tennessee, hoping to return, but was 
taken ill and died before reahang his dreams. 
Daniel Sharpe, who spent most of his life in the 
home of his foster parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jack Lynch 
(while his father fought with Andrew Jackson in the 
campaign to drive the Indians out of Alabama), 
was married early in life to Charlotte Tucker, who 
was said to have been only thirteen years of age, 
and could neither read nor write, but was very 
religious. To them were born IS children, three of 
which died in infancy. The other 15 were: the boys, 
George, Jack, Tom, Daniel, John, Mareellus, Henry, 
Frank, and Dewitt; and the girls, Mary Ann, Lou, 
Rachel, Liza and Vick. Henry and Dewitt are the 
only two boys who reared their families in the White 
Plains Community'. Henry rode the family horse off 
to war and never returned, leaving a wife and five 
children under nine. He died and w r as buried in the 
Confederate Burial Ground at Petersburg, Virginia. 
His children were James Monroe, Mittie, Catherine, 
Beatrice and Henry. 

Jack, another Civil War veteran, was serving on 
the Merrimac when the Confederates battled the 
Monitor to a draw at Hampton Roads, March 9, 
1862. Returning home after the war, he sought his 
fortunes in Texas where he reared his family. Uncle 
John went South, and was a real estate agent in 
Tampa, Florida, and had tw r o children. 

Uncle Frank married Eilie McCarley before 
moving to Kansas and later to Canada. He and 
several of his children have visited back in Alabama. 
Their names were Charles, Odessa, Luther, Bertha, 
Otis, Ursula, Preston, Gladys, and Ruth by his 
first wife. By his second wife his children were 
Faye, Hobert, George and Feme. Frank has eighty 
living descendants, 

Mareellus married Florence Patterson in Kansas 
and later moved to Canada near Frank, He had two 
children, and one grandson, who was a minister to 
the Bahamas, Uncle Torn was said to have fought on 
the side of the North, and after the war, slipped a 
yoke of oxen fTom a Yankee's barn and rode them 
to Alabama, loaded a wagon with supplies, and 
drove them to Louisiana where he made his home. 
Hiram left Alabama soon after his wife died, leaving 
two children with his mother-in-law, and was never 
heard from, until lately, when it was reported that 
he left a wife and family in Mississippi when he 
died. Daniel died at the age of about nineteen with 
scarlet fever. 

Dewitt married Jane Tomlinson and reared his 
family in Chambers County, having five girls and 
three boys. Their names were Charles, Daniel {Bud), 
Hershel, Florella, Allene, Leila, Ardecie, and Irene. 
All of them had families except Leila, who was 
killed when a tornado swept through the community 
in December, 1890, destroying their home, pinning 
her under falling timbers and suffocating her before 
she could be removed. Daniel, who married Sally 
Leverett, and Florella, who married Ruben Jackson, 
moved in early life to Sand Mountain, where their 
families are today. Charles married Autry Cummins; 
Hershel married Lilla Mcjunkins; Allene married 
B. B. Benton; Ardecie married R. A. Sorrell; Irene 
married B. E. Earle; and all their families stayed in 
Chambers County, Alabama. At present, there are 
about two hundred and fifty descendants and con- 
nections of the Dewitt Sharpe and Jane Tomlinson 

William Henry Sharpe, the elder son of our fore- 
father Daniel Sharpe, married Molly Smith in the 
year 1853, ten years before he went off to the Civil 
War, in which time were born five children: James 
Monroe, Henry (Judge), Mittie, Catherine and 
Beatrice. Judge died before he was grown with a 
kind of swelling in his leg. Beatrice died about the 
age of 25 in a mental hospital. Mittie and Catherine 
sold their interest in the home place to James 
Monroe and moved to Texas, married and had 
families out there, but we have no record of their 
descendants- James Monroe {Jim} at the age of 23, 
married Elvina Laurella Milford, age 20, in the Fall 
of 1877, moved his young bride into his newly-built 
one room pine log cabin, with silvery beads of resin 
still oozing from the huge logs that glistened in the 
sunlight which showed through the thickly shaded 
area which he had picked to build his cabin. A cool 
spring of water at the foot of the hill also played an 
important part in his choice of a building site. 
They set up their modern spool-type bed in one 
corner, just far enough from the wall to keep from 
sticking to the logs. With uo slats and with the 
ticking and pillows stuffed almost to the cracking 
point with duck and goose feathers, held up with 
heavy grass cords giving it almost the swing of a 
hammock, this was really and truly a feathered nest. 
Then pegs were driven into holes in the logs for & 
mantel, closet and rack space. Having completed 
the furnishings for the one room apartment, they 
had time left to tour the outside utilities, first of 
which was the packing plant or smoke house that 
housed the Winter's meat supply, with jugs and 
barrels of molasses and cane syrup, and jars of 
vinegar and brandy peaches. Next stop was the soap 
factor> r , where they were to make their own super- 
suds; a large, roughly built V-shaped box placed in 

a trench cut in a log, tilted so that lye would drip 
into a pot when water was poured over the ashes 
which filled the box, and required no labor when 
it rained, and had a technical name of "ash-hopper." 
From here they raited the "A & P," where they got 
their vegetables, consisting of a rich spot of ground 
where they "Applied Palings" to fence the cattle 
out. Their final stop was at the "Dairy Queen," 
where old black Sally had plenty of milk for the 
taking, chewing lazily from a trough full of shucks, 
occasionally eyeing her new-born calf that lay in 
the corner of a ten-rail fence. 

When we think of the things that happened to 
them during the next sixty years, as well as the 
things that didn't happen, we're left with no other 
thought than that the hand of Providence played a 
prominent part in their life's work. God's plan for 
man to subdue the earth and replenish it was carried 
out with every ounce of their ability. 

Before the end of their first year of married life, 
their first son, Henry Milford, was born September 
21, 1878. He was named for his father's and 
mother's people. In seventeen years, one month and 
seventeen days, ten boys were born to them. They 
were born in this order: Ernest Chalmers, May 13, 
1880; Webster Hershel, September 26, 1881; 
Andrew Jackson, May 6, 1883; Wilbur Durelle, 
November 6, 1885; Rufus Bernard, November 7, 
1887; James Otis, June 6, 1889; Jasper Wise, 
January 22, 1891; John Calvin, December 23, 1893; 
and Melwyn Hervcy, November 8, 1895. 

Raising ten boys to the age of 03 and over is no 
little accomplishment in itself , not to mention 
clearing some 150 acres of new ground and bottom 
land, splitting rails and building at least 5 miles of 
ten-rail fences, ditching several thousand rods of 
bottom land, building two large rock and piling 
dams for mill ponds, hauling thousands of loads of 
rock off the farm, building some 25 houses, barns 
and out -buildings, planting and gathering 100 acres 
of crops each year, operating a cotton gin, gristmill 
and sawmill some 25 years, growing at least one 
thousand head of cattle, hogs and mules, as well as 
thousands of chickens, guineas and turkeys, travel- 
ing some 40 miles each week to sell produce to 
clothe and feed the family, operating a beef market, 
killing many cows and hogs, making some 25,000 
gallons of symp for neighbors and home use, and 
growing and selling thousands of bushels of sweet 
potatoes to neighbors for bedding in the Spring. 
Then, there was the breaking of several yoke of 
oxen, as well as working them. Fire once destroyed 
his barns, and having rebuilt them, they were again 
destroyed by tornadoes, scattering rail fences all 
over the farm, clogging his fields with huge trees 
that had to be removed before farm work could be 

continued. Pens had to be built for cattle that were 
roaming the fields until fences could be rebuilt. 
But were they ever discouraged? Nobody ever 
heard it mentioned. This does not include the years 
he worked to support his mother and the five 
children from age 9, when his father died in the 
Civil War, in which time he was a regular hand on 
the farm of a relative some five miles away at a 
wage of two pecks of meal per week, which he 
lugged home each weekend to the family. These 
things are mentioned just for the record, but much 
more could be added which the man did. 

The list of things mentioned are entirely in the 
field of man's endeavor, but without the helpful, 
sympathetic understanding of the helpmate in the 
home, such accomplishments would have been 
impossible. The old axiom, "The hand that rocks 
the cradle, rules the world," was never more true 
than in this case. Although he was unquestionably 
the man of the house and wore the pants with 
authority, the calm steadying influence of Mother 
was deeply felt by every member of the family. 
To enumerate some of. the things she did would be 
beyond the grasp of the woman of today. To begin 
with, all her girls were boys, and she made no 
attempt to make girls out of them for work at the 
house. They were all field hands by the time they 
could lift a hoe. The cooking alone was job enough 
for any one woman, since many trips to field and 
garden for fruit and vegetables doubled her work. 
Making clothes for the entire family until they were 
grown, along with quilting and other bedding com- 
forts, was another full-time employment. 

A typical day found her up at four o'clock in the 
morning, first in the kitchen, starting a fire in the 
stove. After parching a cup of green coffee, she 
poured it into the old coffee mill on the wall and 
started grinding, sending the next thing to music 
from one log room to the other: that is, the message 
that breakfast would soon be ready. After pouring 
the coffee in the pot, she started churning, which 
was like putting on a soft record, with the same 
appeal. Once she started pouring up that red gravy, 
though, everybody started putting on britches at the 
same time, for nobody wanted to be the cow's tail. 

By daylight she was through with the churning 
and dishes, and the boys had gone out to do the 
milking. She grabbed a bonnet and basket and 
headed foT the field to pick peas, taking along a 
fork with which she dug a peck of sweet potatoes, 
bringing them back in her apron, and having pre- 
pared these she put them on the stove. Now she 
picks up a large bundle of clothes and a jar of lye 
soap and bucket to carry water, for this is washday 
at the spring. Sometimes the woods had to be 

combed for wood to fire the pot for boiling the 
clothes. Water was carried from the spring to fill the 
pot and large wooden tubs. After boiling each 
garment, it was battled on a battling block, with a 
heavy battling stick, some two feet long, that 
resounded with a thud, halfway across the farm, 
and everyone knew it was wash day- 
Two or three trips had to be made back into the 
house to see that the pot of vegetables on the stove 
was still boiling, and wood added to the fire. After 
the clothes were hung out to dry on trees and small 
bushes, she made her way back up the hill with a 
bucket of water in one hand, soap jar in the other, 
in order to bake the bread and finish dinner before 
the beys came in from the field. After the boys had 
eaten, two large baskets of dinner were packed up 
and sent to a group of hands picking cotton in the 

field, and another to the boys and hands that worked 
at the cotton gin. 

The afternoon was taken up with just routine jobs 
like putting the beds out to sun, scalding the bed- 
steads for bugs and chinches, putting new shucks 
in the old mop, sprinkling sand and lye water on the 
floors and scrubbing the broad planks until they 
were as bright as a pin. By night the beds were up, 
and the boys were ready to bounce on them, with 
the odors of lye soap rising from the floors and 
railings, giving one the feeling of not a bug in the 
house, and sleep was sound and uninterrupted, 

This type of activity continued throughout their 
82 and 83 years of life. They lived to see their ten 
boys all living, healthy and normal, with the youngest 
over 50. Their children, grandchildren and great- 
grandchildren and in-laws number over 175. 



Samuel Sharps sailed from England as a member 
of the London Company in April 1607, aboard the 
Sea Venture, which was wrecked by a hurricane in 
the Bermuda Islands. There they were delayed for 
repairs, and for supplies for the remaining voyage 
to New England, where settlement was made in 
Virginia on the James River, which they called 
Jamestown, It was not the best location for a city, 
but out of the way of the nearest Indian settlement. 
This probably accounts for the lack of interference 
by the Indians on the Colony's arrival, thereby 
allowing them more time to establish themselves for 
better protection later on, which proved to be very 
necessary for their survival- As progress was made 
along this line their first Assembly was held in 1619. 
On July 30, newly chosen burgesses from 11 centers 
of settlements scattered along the James River, met 
at Jamestown along with the Governor and his 

The appointment of Sir George Yeardley as Gov- 
ernor of the Virginia Company, who arrived from 
England the same year, proved to be quite a boost 
to the progress and moral of the Company, since 
English-speaking people were accustomed to having 

a leader to whome they could look for wise guidance 
for many of their problems of governmental leader- 
ship. Many were relieved for other necessary work 
that needed to be done, especially ship building, 
which was bast becoming the no. one occupation of 
the century. The progress of the colonys depended 
on the transportation of the teat, and no one could 
wear the uniform of the Navy any prouder than the 
Englishman of the 17th century. 

Two Burgesses were chosen from each of the 11 
sections of the lamest own area, of which 4 were 
designated as James Citty, Charles Citty, Henricus 
Citty, and Elizabeth Citty, 3 were Plantations, Capt. 
John Martin's Plantation, Captaine Lawnes* Plan- 
tation, Captaine Warded Plantation, 3 were hun- 
dreds, Smythe's Hundred, Martin's Hundred, Flow- 
erdieus' Hundred, The 11th section was known as 
ArgaWs Guiffe and was represented by Captaine 
Thomas Pawlett and Edward Gourgaing, Samuel 
Sharpe and Samiel Jordan, who were chosen to 
represent the Charles Citty Section, and placed 
on the committee for perusing the Bookes for the 



Born October 1 , 1 81 1 , in Baldwin County, Georgia 

Married June 26, 1833, to Charlotte Tucker 

Died October 19, 1894, Wedowee, Alabama 

Buried at Mount Prospect Baptist Church, Randolph County, Alabama 

Daniel Sharp bad two older brothers. 
Their father was born in Maryland, and their mother in Delaware. 



Born November 16, 1816, in South Carolina 

Married June 26, 1833 

Died June 24, 1892, Wedowee, Alabama 

Buried at Mount Prospect Baptist Church, Randolph County, Alabama 

Charlotte's father and mother were born in South Carolina. 



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Martha Smith 

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John Rnhert 


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17_AJ8D1F1 1853 

Chambers Alabama 

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Great-Grandfather Daniel Sharp was born in 
Baldwin County, Georgia, in the year 1811, His 
mother died when he was very small and he was 
given to an oldeT sister to bring up, The family had 
been living in Tennessee, and the older sister took 
the boy and moved back to Tennessee where they 
knew more people. Early records state that he was 
"bound out" to an old gentleman, "Uncle" Jack 
Lynch, where he lived for several years before re- 
joining his family of brothers and sisters. We only 
have the names of three: Cyrus, Peter and William. 
Some thought Daniel's father was named Cyrus or 
possibly Daniel, since the name Daniel has run in 
the family from generation to generation. 

He married Charlotte Tucker when she was about 
sixteen years old. She was of Irish descent with 
red hair, and was stout of stature. She was reared 
in the mountains of East Tennessee and without a 
formal education. However, she was a very sensible 
woman who knew how to face realities, and to make 
the best possible adjustments in solving the every- 
day problems of life. Grandma Charlotte had 
wonderful discipline over her children, and managed 
the large family in a very deserving and commend- 
able way. 

To this couple were born eighteen children, three 
of whom died in infancy. Several of the older boys 
and girls were bom before the family came to 
Alabama about 1840. A complete list in order of 
their birth could not be secured for this large family, 
but this list is as complete as the descendants 
could make: Henry, George, Rachel, Mary Ann, 
Jack, Hiram, Daniel, John, Dewitt {Tent), Frank, 
Tom, Lou, Victoria, Eliza, Marcellus and three 
infants mentioned before. 

When coining to Alabama, they purchased the 
farm where their father had camped while with 
Jackson's men on the way to fight the Indians in 
Florida, The home was located on a high hill over- 
looking Highway 431 from the west, in front of the 
Abemathey farm, extending north to White Plains 
or Pine Grove Church, where he ga\'e four acres of 
land to the colored people for their church and 
school. Until this day, 120 years later, it is & pros- 
perous Methodist Church with a well-filled 

It was in this era before the Civil War, and soon 
after the time when the Indians would throw a scare 
among the white settlers by their sneaking raids, 
that the runaway slaves were the scare of the widely 
scattered settlement. When a slave failed to show up 

for work for his new r master, the law or Patrol, 
which the settlers pronounced "Patteroll," was sent 
after him. Often a slave could be seen going through 
the plantation at breakneck speed, with the Patteroll 
in hot pursuit. The excitement naturally gave rise to 
the song and ditty: 

Negro run, Negro flew, 

Negro tore his shirt in two. 

Run, Negro run, Patteroll catch you; 

Run Negro run, ifs Promise Day. 
The Sharp plantation consisted of a large section 
of land, some of it obtained by homesteading, other 
tracts purchased from neighbors. Much of it was 
covered with pine and hardwood trees, Those acres 
under cultivation grew com, wheat, potatoes and 
cotton, and the family raised hogs, cattle, mules and 
horses. They did not believe in slavery, so they did 
not have any slaves to help with the farming, Yet 
they had plenty of food s and clothing for their large 
family, and enough to divide with others less fortu- 
nate. Once when they went to visit one of their sons, 
Crandma carried a big basket of collard greens, 
and underneath the big leaves she had hidden a 
couple of hams for the family. Grandma visited the 
sick far and near, always carrying them something 
from the big barrels of food. These barrels were kept 
full of loaves of bread, potatoes, meal, meat ana 
dried fruits. 

Grandma and Grandpa were Methodists by de- 
nomination, and she often gave vent to her emotions 
by getting happy, shouting, and waving her bonnet. 
An altar was kept, where the family met for Bible 
reading, prayer and song services. It was told that 
Grandma and her neighbor had a place between 
their homes where they followed each to, when 
one had visited the other. This place was called 
"The Glory Log," and they knelt and prayed by this 
log as each departed for her home. 

There can be no doubts among us, as descendants 
who have lived to see this good year, that the prayers 
of this devout and courageous mother 100 years ago, 
are the great spiritual inheritance of us all, and 
availeth much until this day The many anxious 
hours she had passed through up to this time, and 
the perilous times just ahead, were dealt with by 
prayer, which was the staying power and necessary 
bread of life for her. When the Civil War broke over 
the South, four of her cherished sons bid her fare- 
well to enter the horrors of war. In this same year, 
she gave birth to her 18th child, and received the 
news of the death of her oldest son, Henry, who was 


buried in Petersburg, Virginia. It's no wonder that 
a Prayer Log was needed to lean against. 

The question of slavery had divided the family; 
a question which they thought at the time was very 
unfair for them to have to help decide,, since they 
had no slaves. The subject was a constant debate 
between Grandfather Daniel and his four older 
sons — Henry, George, Jack and Tom. They rea- 
soned, if we decide to go with the Union, we will 
probably have to move to the North. But on the 
other hand, if we want to live in the South, we had 
beat fight the South's battles. The hour of decision 
drew nearer each day until, at last, the boys saddled 
their horses and packed their bags. George, with the 
aid of some friends, made his way into the Northern 
lines, where he served until the close of the war. He 
later found work with a contractor in West Virginia, 
and was killed by a falling stone. Henry and Jack 
decided with the South, Henry died in service in 
1862 as mentioned elsewhere in the record, and 
Jack served with distinction in the sea battle at 
Hampton Roads, Virginia, on the Merrimac, which is 
also recorded elsewhere in this family history. 

From the multiplicity and well-being of the 
descendants of Henry and Jack, as we view them 
today, one is convinced that they received the great- 
er blessing from having cast their lots with the 
South. The seriousness of the conflict, however, is 
shown in the fact that, had the war gone on for an- 
other year, Grandfather Daniel himself, although 
over 50 years old and the father of 18 children, 
would have been pressed into service along with his 
sons, since every able bodied man was being handed 
a gun. Daniel was a very able-bodied man at 53, for 
he lived to be 83. 

Throughout dicse trying times, the greatest strain 
fell upon the mother of the family, but Charlotte 
constantly went back to the log for needed strength, 
and no doubt this backing of strength lifted her 
burdens for the remaining 30 years of her life after 
the birth of her 18 children. 

After the war Daniel and Charlotte sold their 
plantation and equipment to their son Frank, and 
moved to Texas, looking for better farming land and 
a change of conditions. After a year, they moved 
to Kansas. There the weather was so cold for the 
first winter, and since they had to go to school with 
Negroes, they decided that Alabama was good 
enough for them and moved back, buying a farm of 
450 acres on the Tallapoosa River between Wedowee 
and Lineville, in the community of Ophelia. Here 
Grandfather Daniel gave 10 acres of land on which 
to build a church and school. The church, known 

as Mount Prospect Church, is still being used today, 
and has some 50 members. The Sharp house was a 
large one, with an upstairs, located just back of the 
church. Water was brought from a spring at the 
bottom of the hill. A long row of oak and cedar 
trees lined each side of the road leading to the 
house. A large orchard surrounded it, and some of 
the old pear trees are still standing about the old 

Charlotte died in 1892 at the age of 76, and 
Daniel died in 1894 at the age of 83. Just before he 
died, he sent each of his children money to come to 
see him. After his death, each of his children re- 
ceived his part of the estate, with the house place 
going to Aunt Rachel, who had lived with them 
during their last days. 




In I960 I had the privilege of attending church at 
this historical old Mount Prospect Baptist Church, 
now 110 years old, at Ophelia, Alabama, near the 
Clay and Randolph County line overlooking the 
Tallapoosa River. Here Great-Grand father Daniel 
Sharpc and his wife Charlotte were buried. At one 
corner near the Front of the cemetery stands a five 
foot column or shaft of stone erected in their memo- 
ry, The 10 acres which the church stands on was 
donated from the 450-acre Sharpe plantation. 

The first church was built of logs in 1S52 by the 
early settlers. Some of the early families were 
named Morrow, Burrow, Yates, Knight, Floyd and 

The community grew and prospered as a trading 
center, and nice homes were built. A ferry was built 
to cross the river, and was named for Mr. J. VY. 
Burrow, Sr., whose brother ran the ferry. There 
were two stores: one was operated by Mr. J, VY. 
Burrow, Jr., who also ran the cotton gin, gristmill 
and a large farm. His wife, Ophelia Overton 
Burrow, was appointed the first Postmistress, "Going 
to Ophelia for the mail" appropriately named the 
community. The other early store was the Edwards- 
A damson store. A dam son was the husband of 
Daniels daughter. Rachel, 

The log church was replaced in the 1890 s. Re- 
modeling has been done in later years, with pine 
paneling added to the walls of the church audi tori- 
urn, new windows and more Sunday School rooms, 
Neat metal memorial plaques are along the walls, 
honoring the gifts from the members and friends 
who have loved ones buried in the churchyard. 

Pastors who have served this church include Rev. 
Clay Knight, Rev. Jimmie Shaddix, Rev. J. R. 
StodghiU, Rev. Sim Ingram, Rev. J. D. Martin, 
Rev. C. B. Martin, Rev. George Shaddix, Rev. S. C. 
Ray and Rev. Harlin East. Later pastors were Rev. 
Homer Willoughby, Rev. Hiram Ray, Rev. W. T. 
Overton, Rev. Elbert Daniel, Rev. Charlie Heard, 
Rev. E. T. McKay and Rev, D. Ray Warren. Rev. 
M. L. Robinson is the present Pastor, 

Mrs. W. A, Morrow, who grew up in the com- 
munity, reports that five ministers were ordained 
in the church. They are Rev. C. B. Martin, Rev. 
D. R. Warren, Rev. Glen Stewart, Rev. David 
Willingham and Rev. Richard Thomas. 

Services are held twice a month, Sunday School 
every Sunday. Mr. Bill Ogle is Superintendent of 
Sunday School; Miss Elaine Morrow is Secretary, 
and the teachers are Mr. W. D. Hendon, Mrs. Bill 
Bankhead, Mrs. Roy Heard and Mrs. George 

The present deacons are Messrs. J. T. Yates, G. D. 
Knight, VY. D. Hendon, Bill Ogle and Omer Me- 
Collum. Former Superintendents of Sunday School 
have been Messrs. P. T. Yates, J, T. Floyd, E, L, 
Yates, C. L. Moncus, and Ezra Hampton. 

Summing up the feelings for the church, Mrs. 
J. T, Yates, a long-time member, said she hoped 
they would never move the church building, because 
so much good shouting had been done there. 

White marble shaft marks the burial place 
of Daniel and Charlotte Sharpe. 

Mt. Prospect Baptist Church 
Randolph County, Alabama 




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Died at Dumphrics Durinji Civil War of Typhoid Fever 

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William Henry Sharp is buried in Bbndeford 
Cemetery, Petersburg t Virginia, in a common 
grave for Confederate Soldiers. 



The oldest daughter of Daniel and Charlotte 
Sharp, Mary Ann, was bom in 1834 in East Tennes- 
see, at the foot of the Cumberland Mountains. 
With their cabin backed up against the mountain, 
she remembers gathering chestnuts without getting 
out of the back door. She was about seven years 
old when her father moved to Alabama. 

Mary Ann married a Methodist minister, a Mr. 
Camp, pronounced "Kemp" in the old days. He had 
thirteen children by his former wife, and they later 
had eight children, making a total of twenty-one. 
He, being of the circuit-rider type, preached often 
under brush arbors, where many of the churches in 
this area had their beginning. The camp meetings 
were the main gathering places for pioneer life. 

Their children were; Artie Missy Camp, Versie 
Camp, Georgia Grover, Roxie Taylor, Daniel Camp 
and Mitchel Camp. They lived at Malone, just across 
the Tallapoosa River from Great-Grandfather 
Daniel's farm. Aunt Mary Ann went blind, and her 
husband died a few years after their marriage. 

Grandfather Daniel left his old homeplace for 
Aunt Rachel with the understanding that she would 
also care for her blind sister. But' circumstances 
proved to be such that instead of Aunt Rachel 
helping Mary Ann, the reverse was true, as Aunt 
Rachel's husband took possession of her property, 
forcing her to leave. So these two sisters were left 
without any financial means to live on, and were 
cared for until their respective deaths by Aunt 
Mary's daughter, Artie Missy Fetner. Aunt Mary 
Ann is buried in the old cemetery on top of the hill 
at Malone. 



The following story concerning the Civil War 
record of our Great-Uncle Jack Sharp was sent to us 
by Mrs. Georgia L. Page, Wilshire Village, Dunlavy 
Court, So., , Apartment No. 10, Houston 6, Texas, 
who so wonderfully trusted us (a total stranger) 
with so valuable a record of her father, with the 
warning, "Guard this with your life," which we did, 
making a copy and returning it immediately. We 
are indebted to the following cousins, who led us 
to Mrs, Page: Miss Effie Davis, 712 Avenue A, N. W., 
Winter Haven, Florida; Henry F. Davis, 1425 N. 
29th St,, Birmingham 4, Alabama; Mrs. Robert H. 
Ridley, 3548 University Bldg., DaUas 5, Texas; and 
Dan Chester Griffin, 202 East Broadway, Farming- 
ton, New Mexico. 

Andrew Jackson Sharp, third son of Daniel Sharp, 
adds an interesting page to the Sharp ■family history 
in his account of the battle of the Monitor and the 
Merrimac at Hampton Roads, Virginia, in 1862, as 
he was a member of the crew of the Merrimac 
throughout the battle. 

The veteran was interviewed by B. C. Utecht, a 
reporter of the Calvert News, Calvert, Texas, with 
the following headlines: 


Man who was present at world-famous battle with the Monitor declares that his ship was not destroyed then, 
but later by the crew of the Merrimac itself ■ 

Calvert, Texas, Nov. 24. In this 
good year 1923, when prohibition 
is still an issue despite the Eight- 
eenth Amendment, it is difficult 
to believe that for a while during 
the War Between the States that 
it was even a bigger issue, that 
upon it perhaps rested the fate of 
the Union of Confederacy. 

The North isn't aware that it 
was an issue. The North isn't 
aware how near it came to losing 
or at least to have suffered dis- 
astrous delay of the conflict. Nor 
does the South know it. Historians 
have missed the event. However, 
since the historians did not know 
of the incident they could not 
record it. The prohibition issue, 
which had such great bearing on 
the fortunes of the North and 
South was an animated live ques- 
tion for only one night, and but 
fifty men were involved. Of those 
fifty, only one is alive, and it is 
he who discloses for the first time 
a Civil War incident that turned 
out in favor of the Union, for 
which even now, 60 years later, 
she may congratulate herself. 

Andrew Jackson Sharp, 85 
years old, a farmer living between 
Calvert and Franklin, congratu- 
lates both North and South, for 
he believes the country is better 
off united. And it is Sharp who 
tells what a factor prohibition 
was one night back in the ironclad 
Confederate ship, when he was a 
sailor on the Merrimac. He was 
present when the Monitor and 
Merrimac, rechristened the Vir- 
ginia by the South, had their 
world famous battle. He was with 
the Merrimac when its own crew 
destroyed the vessel to keep it 
out of Federal hands. He is the 
only member of the Merrimac 
crew now living. 

Flan to relieve Richmond 

When Grant's armies were ham- 
mering at Richmond, capital of 
the Confederacy, Captain Tech- 
nor. then commanding the 
Merrimac, conceived the bold 
plan of taking the vessel up the 
James River and attacking Fed- 
eral ships, breaking the blockage, 
and attacking the Union land 

forces where possible and re- 
lieving Richmond. 

History fails to mention these 
plans. After the Merrimac and 
Monitor battled in Hampton 
Roads, the Merrimac was all but 
forgotten by chroniclers. In fact 
they had left a false impression 
that the Merrimac was so badly 
disabled by the Monitor that it 
was of no further service. Sharp 
says otherwise. The Merrimac, or 
Virginia, suffered some damage 
from the Monitor's guns, but it 
was damage that was easily 
repaired, and the warship then 
was in as good shape as before. 

But now about this prohibition; 
"Out plans were well laid," said 
the aged veteran as he sat remi- 
niscing on the veranda of his 
home. "Tile Merrimac had been 
thoroughly gone over, and we had 
plenty of ammunition and were 
in shape for good work. We were 
close to the mouth of the James 
River, and in order to steam up- 
stream it was necessary for us to 
raise the ship about two feet so 
that we could cross the bar at 


that point. To do this it was neces- 
sary to throw off ballast. 

"We began the job of lightening 
the vessel about 9 o'clock that 
night. Now, as everyone knows, 
sailors in every navy are, or were, 
supplied with whiskey rations. 
Both the navies of the North and 
South were furnished ruin. While 
busy throwing off ballast, so we 
could head up the James to re- 
lieve Richmond, members of the 
crew got hold of a barrel of whis- 
key and drank it down with a 
large dipper. A little of this was 
all right- But they kept at it too 
long and were soon tipsy. No 
officer was at hand at the time. 
The men continued throwing off 
iron ballast until all of it went 
overboard. I remonstrated with 
them, raising quite a row and they 
argued back with me. I told them 
of the danger, but it did no good 
and we had quite a tilt. Soon 1 
saw that our ship, instead of being 
raised only two feet, was up five 
feet, exposing the wooden sides. 
This was due to throwing away 
all of our ballast. I hurried to 
Captain Techno r and explained 
the situation, but by that time it 
was too late. Federal ships were 
not far from us, and they could 
see us plainly because of the five 
foot difference. A shot from one 
of their] into our wooden sides 
would have done for us. So the 
plan to go to the relief of Rich- 
mond was abandoned for lack of 
ballast control protection on such 
an undertaking, and decided to 
attack the Union fleet off Newport 
News instead." 

Sharp's story of the Merrimac s 
destruction of Union vessels near 
Fortress Monroe and the fight 
with the Monitor closely lines up 
with that given in histories. 

Just who is responsible for the 
building of the Merrimac is in 
doubt, and Sharp believes that the 
credit should go to various offi- 

cers and engineers of the Confed- 
eracy. He was a great admirer of 
Buchanan and says he was far 
more efficient than Technor. 

Secret leaks out 

Anyway, soon after the Confed- 
erates began building the ironclad, 
the first in the history of the world, 
word leaked out here and there 
and soon the North knew that 
somewhere on the Virginia coast 
the South was constructing a 
dread ironclad monster. Then it 
became a race. The North wanted 
a ship to offset the Merrimac, 
which had been sunk at the 
Norfolk Navy Yard and raised by 
the Confederates, John Erricson 
began building the Monitor, as 
everyone knows, a very different 
appearing ship than the Virginia. 
The latter was much larger with 
a slanting roof, which also formed 
the sides, heavily sheathed with 
iron above the water mark. The 
vessel had an armament of two 
seven-inch rifles, two six-inch 
rifles and six nine-inch smooth 

Shortly before noon on March 
8, 1862, says Sharp, the Merrimac 
just completed, attended by the 
Raleigh and Beaufort, entered 
Hampton Roads and headed for 
the Union fleet off Newport News. 
There was much suppressed ex- 
citement on board, for the crew 
was about to try an entirely new 
experiment in warfare. They were 
confident and could hardly wait 
for the moment for attacking the 
Union fleet. The Northern fleet 
consisted of the frigates Minne- 
sota, Roanoke and Congress, each 
having 50 guns, the heaviest 
armed ships in the Union Navy. 
When the Merrimac was a quarter 
of a mile away, the Congress de- 
livered a broadside, but the shot 
had no effect on the Merrimac's 
armor, and when the latter re- 
turned the fire, the shot crashed 

through the Congress with terrible 
effect, as could be seen from the 
Merrimac's peep holes. When 300 
yards from the Cumberland, the 
latter opened fire upon the Merri- 
mac and failed to hurt or stop her. 
The Confederate ship then drove 
her prow into the side of the 
Cumberland, leaving a hole four 
feet in diameter, and at the same 
time poured shot into her, after 
which the Cumberland soon sank. 
The crew aboard the Merrimac 
found victory easier and the 
havoc worse than they expected. 
Officers and men were elated, 
but they were not through. The 
Congress had run ashore and the 
Merrimac approached within 150 
yards, raked the vessel with shot, 
set it afire, and the Congress then 
surrendered. The Minnesota ran 
ashore at a point where the Merri- 
mac could not go, and from a 
distance of one mile fired without 
effect on the Minnesota. The Union 
losses were nearly 300 men. The 
Merrimac then returned to a shel- 
tering cove to revew the attack 
next day. News of the fight spread 
great alarm all over the North, 
especially in Washington, where 
Secretary of War Stanton ordered 
that the Potomac, below the cap- 
ital, be blockaded to keep out the 
Merrimac. The North feaTed a 
daily repetition of the Hampton 
Roads havoc all along the coast. 

Merrimac is surprised 

But as said above, it was a race. 
The Monitor commanded by Lt. 
John L. Worden, was on its way 
from New York and entered 
Hampton Roads at 9 o'clock that 
same night and anchored near 
the Minnesota. At 6 o'clock next 
morning, the Merrimac appeared 
bearing down upon the Minnesota. 
Sharp confirms that the Merrimac 
did not see the Monitor for a 
while and when it did, could not 
make out what it was, as it was so 


Story of the Merrimac, continued 

unlike a warship. The Monitor 
had a revolving tower only 20 
feet across and 10 feet above the 
water. As the Merrimac came up, 
the Monitor slipped in between 
it and the Minnesota, and the 
Merrimac fired one shot at the 
strange craft to feel her out. The 
shot missed, which was not odd, 
as there was little to fire at. The 
Monitor replied with an 11 inch 
shell, which jarred the Merrimac, 
but did no harm, and the crew 
still thought they would have 
Victory. Both ironclads then 
began a terrific fusillade that 
lasted for five hours, neither 
suffered any great damage, as far 
as one could see at the time, but 
finally the Merrimac (and it was 
a good piece of strategy), steamed 
off for the Minnesota. There was 
no use firing at the Monitor, This 
move was unlooked for and the 
Merrimac, firing upon the Minne- 
sota, set the ship afire before the 
Monitor could prevent it. In a few 
moments, the Merrimac found 
herself grounded. This did make 
the Merrimac's crew uneasy, for 
if they were forced to remain 
there for hours, perhaps even the 
iron sheathing might give way to 
constant fusillades. The Monitor 
battered away, but luckily for the 
Merrimac she soon was able to 
float and steamed down the river, 
the Monitor following. The two 
vessels did not engage again. 

First reports were that the Mon- 
itor either destroyed or rendered 
helpless the Merrimac, but Sharp 
says the damage was not great. 

although repairs were needed. 
The Merrimac's smokestack was 
riddled, and the iron prow was 
broken, two gun muzzles were 
broken and there was a leak. 

"After midnight, we ran the 
ship ashore, although actually we 
were a mile from it, due to shal- 
low water. We piled overboard 
and waded in, the water being 
cold and up to our chests. We 
returned lo the Merrimac about 
4 o'clock in the morning, set it 
afire, and when the blaze reached 
the magazine, it exploded with a 
roar and burst of flame that 
could be heard and seen for 
Ballast changed war's result 

"If we had thrown away only 
sufficient ballast to cross the bar, 
we could have gone up the river 
and played havoc with the Federal 
ships, and I think we could have 
kept them out of Richmond. At 
least we could have delayed it, 
and this was the turning point of 
the war. When Richmond was 
evacuated, Lee soon afterward 
surrendered to Grant. After v* 
destroyed the Merrimac, the 
crew split up. The party I was 
with walked 28 miles to Rich- 
mond. Later, 1 went to Drewry*s 
Bluff, on the James River, and 
remained there until the end of 
the war. When peace was de- 
clared, I returned to Alabama, 
and then moved to Texas. Captain 
Buchanan was the first command- 
er of the Merrimac, and was with 
it, when it fought the Monitor, 
but he was wounded and Technor 

succeeded him. I never have seen 
any of the Merrimac's crew since 
the war ended." 

When the writer drove with a 
friend to the Sharp homestead, 
the aged veteran was in the barn- 
yard, about a hundred yards 
distant, but his eyes are still 
good, although* not quite as keen 
as when he noticed that the 
Merrimac was raised too high by- 
its crew, "Hello there," he yelled 
out cheerily. "1 don't know who 
you are, but go on to the porch 
and I will be with you in a min- 
ute." He walked slowly toward 
the house, using his cane, smiling 
and repeating his welcome. Sharp 
is somewhat bent and his hair and 
beard are gray, but his face, for 
a man of his years, has few 
wrinkles. He has been married 
twice and has had eight children. 
His oldest son, John H. Sharp, 
resigned recently after serving 
22 years as Chief Justice of the 
Court of Appeals of Texas. An- 
other son, Jay Sharp, is a doctor 
in Franklin, Texas. A grandson, 
Archer D. Gray, is Vice President 
of Gulf Oil Company, Pittsburg, 

The large prosperous farm of 
over 1000 acres out on Beck 
Prairie is visited often by his 
children and grandchildren, who 
number over one hundred, having 
lived in the same community for 
fifty three years. The old home- 
stead has a picturesque setting, 
the wide galleried home sitting in 
the center of a yard, profuse with 
flowers, shrubbery and cedar 


Uncle Jack, continued 

trees. Sharp is popular in his 
section; he talks rapidly and 
clearly. "When the war broke out 
in '61, I hated to see the United 
States divided and I was against 
slavery, but the South was my 
country, and I gladly fought for it. 
Now it is one great prosperous 
nation, and I am glad I lived to 
see this day," 

When Sharp left the Merrimac, 
together with the rest of the crew, 
orders were issued that the men 
leave everything behind, How- 
ever, the Texan carried with him 
a rifle, pistol and saber. A few 
years ago, he gave the rifle away. 
He doesn't know what became of 
the saber, but he still has the 
pistol. In Sharpe's home * are 
many relics, books, magazines 
and pictures of members of his 
family, including a picture of 
himself in middle age. He proudly 
pointed at this picture on the wall 
"That was me when I was young- 
er, doesn't look much like now, 
eh?" The picture showed a robust 
pleasant faced man wearing a 
black beard. "And see that pic- 
ture, that's my son, he was in the 
World War." Over the door is 
framed a motto which says, "Call 
again," but it doesn't need to be 
there for Sharp and his wife re- 
mind you frequently that you are 
"at home" and to call often. He 
said as we left, "History had it 
wrong, or didn't tell all. If we had 
got to Richmond, there would 
have been a different story." 

On January 27, I960, The LaFayette Sun, pub- 
lished in LaFayette, Chambers County, Alabama, 
carried the full text of the story as told by Uncle Jack 
himself, and was read by thousands To the editor, 
Mr. Bonnie Hand, we convey our sincere thanks, 
since many copies were made available to anyone 
who might wish one to keep. Several will go to 
Texas and Canada, especially to Georgia Page, 
whose original was torn and faded, also to Dan C. 
Griffin and Mrs. Robert Ridley, who were so instru- 
mental in locating Georgia for us. And by "us," we 
mean the self-appointed committee of three, Mr. 
and Mrs, J, C, Sharpe, and Miss No vie Jane Benton, 
the retired Florida school teacher, whose travels 
have been from Haekensack, and spent the night 
at Frontenac. We have left no stone unturned, or 
should we say unread, to assemble this information 
for the benefit of those who may come after us. 

Before passing on to other members of his family, 
we feel that a final note concerning Uncle Jack 
would be in order here. He was born in 1838 in the 
Cumberland Mountains of East Tennessee, Two or 
three of his brothers and maybe one sister were 
born there before their father, Daniel, moved them 
to Alabama- From all reports he was a live wire, and 
had a mind of his own. It would seem that this 
Sharp family did not believe in slavery, and neither 
did they possess any slaves, yet were divided in 
their decisions as to which side to join when the 
Civil War came on. Uncle George and Uncle Tom 
joined the Union Army, while Grandfather Henry 
and Uncle Jack fought on the Confederate side. 
The latter two felt that they should help the South 
fight its battles, since they intended to make the 
South their home, and they could better live with 
their decisions. Uncle Jack acquired quite a sizeable 
farm out on Beck Prairie, and reared eight children. 
His devotion to duty, his keen interest in the welfare 
of others, along with his alertness to utilizing oppor- 
tunities, have been reflected in his children. He 
wrote many interesting letters as his daughter, 
Georgia, spoke of writing in the "Old Uncle Jack 




There is generally one member in every family 
who is quite different from all the others. In this 
family it was Aunt Rachel, who was referred to by 
some as "peculiar," others called her "eccentric," 
while still others said that no sane person would do 
many of the things she did. She was called "Aunt 
Rachel" by everyone who knew her, and those 
elderly persons still living today laugh when asked 
"Do you remember Aunt Rachel?" She was adored 
by the children, as well as the older generation, for 
her whole-hearted laughter, funny stories, and her 
singing heart. 

Aunt Rachel married Billy Wilson, an older man 
who had been married before, and had four chil- 
dren by his former wife. His financial means were 
considered above the average , and Uncle Billy saw 
to it that his young wife had all the fine clothes she 
wanted. She was often seen at church wearing 
dresses which required the services of a colored boy 
to carry her trains. These were the days when the 
South began to feel the effects of the reconstruction 
and the fast-approaching gay nineties. 

Rachel lost her husband in a few years, and her 
troubles with the step-children were considerable, 
but she stood her ground, and at the sale of the large 
plantation and other equipment, she obtained quite 
u tidy sum, tied it around her person, and, with her 
personal belongings, moved to Clay County, where 
her father had just purchased a large farm on the 
Tallapoosa River. Having inherited from her father 
and mother a great love for nature and outdoor life, 
she spent many warm sunns days down on the river 
fishing for catfish, of which she often brought home 
large strings. This was quite a reversion of her 
former days, and gave lots of time to ponder over 
her past experiences. 

While her father felled trees and cleared large 
tracts of bottom land, where? he grew large crops of 
corn, Rachel often rode horseback across the river 
to visit her sister, Mary Ann, who lived on the other 
side. When the river was high, she often made the 
horse swim across, almost floating her off his back. 
Once she fell out of a boat and broke her arm when 
a floating log struck the boat while she was crossing, 
but managed to hang onto the boat for several hours 
until help arrived to float her to the bank. 

Aunt Rachel, like most people, couldn't seem to 
bring herself around to be content with just fishing 
in the river of love. Having once waded in the sea 
of matrimony, she pulled off and dived in deeper 
than ever, when she married one, Reuben Adamson, 
who she established in a thriving country store 
business in the forward-looking community of 

Ophelia. Here again, her father Daniel, out of a 
generous heart, as he had done before in Chambers 
County, gave 10 acres of land on which to erect a 
church and school building, The church, with some 
50 members, is still being used today, known as old 
Prospect Church, where Great-Grandfather Daniel 
and Great-Grandmother Charlotte were buried with 
a suitable marker; a five fool spire of stone marks 
their graves. 

About this time the lifesaving money belt, which 
Rachel wore around her midriff, was proving to be 
a bandoleer of live ammunition, for while she was 
singing "Praise the Lord," he was singing "Pass 
the Ammunition.'' As times changed and his busi- 
ness began to ebb, she tied a cute little bowknot 
in her purse strings, and he immediately had her 
declared crazy, and sent to the asylum at Tusca- 
loosa., but not without the belt of gold. Upon the 
examination at the institution, the belt was dis- 
covered, thence the question, "Who sent you here? 
You have more cents than we have.'' So after resting 
up a few days, one of her nephews arrived and took 
her back home, but not to Adamson, who soon after 
moved to south Alabama. She lived some 10 years 
near the old home place, and with her sister, Mary 
Ann, who lived across the river. 

Aunt Rachel, like her mother, Charlotte, was said 
to be deeply emotional, and the story of the suffering 
Savior never ceased to stir their souls. Everyone 
spoke of their readiness to speak of the saving 
power of God. Although Rachel had no children, 
she was never seen without that familiar bag of 
something to eat for children. 

Inheritance alone can save no one, but who among 
us as descendants can despise such an inheritance. 
Aunt Rachel was buried in the cemetery at old 
Prospect Church by the side of her father and 



John Robert and Fannie Shipp Gresham Sharp 

Charlotte Jane "Jennie" Irma Daniel Monroe 

Married Louis Walter Piatt Married Leland Biglow Married Stella Mand Finch 

Son - John Rader Sons - Monroe and Preston Daughter - Stella Maxine Sharp Wheeler 



Next was Uncle Dcwitt Clinton Sharp, born in 
1850, who early in life received the nickname of 
"rent," but should have been named a name syn- 
onymous with vitality, for without a doubt, he 
possessed! more than any other member of this 
family. He, too, lived through the Civil War with 
the fear and anxieties of a young boy not old 
enough to go, but old enough to know the horrors 
of it. He was there, expecting the army to take 
everything, when Sherman's men marched by the 
homcplace. He only heard the commanding officer 
yell, "Halt," as the soldiers started toward the 
house. The soldiers left without entering the Sharp 
home, and it was believed that the officer knew 
that here was the home of one of their own Union 

Uncle Tent married Mary Jane Tomlinson in 
1869, lived one year with her folks, then moved to 
Wcdowee to live a year with his parents. After these 
two years they returned to Chambers County to 
farm by themselves. To them were born eight chil- 
dren, and when the wife gave birth to the last one 
in 1886, she died- Thinking that farming would be 
better in Texas, and that relatives might help in 
rearing his family, he sold everything he had and 
moved to Texas. Tie worked there with a harvesting 
crew and attempted to farm one crop, but that was 
a dry year in Texas, so he came back to Alabama 
to start anew. 

Many have been the times he related his experi- 
ences in going to Texas with eight children, and how 
they reacted to their first trip on a train, and to the 
unknown foreign land of Texas. Uncle Tent told of 
his experiences with humorous descriptions, yet 
these incidents and happenings were anything but 
funny at the time they occurred. He possessed the 
ability to mimic others, which he often did in his 
story-telling, to make the related incident more real 
to his listeners, and at various intervals he would 
stop and enjoy a burst of laughter himself. 

In 1888 he married Martha Scott, a seamstress- 
arid teacher, but this marriage only lasted a few 
years. In 1890, a tornado passed through this area 
and blew the house away where his children lived, 
killing Leila, age 15, and seriously injuring two of 
the others. Though having marital troubles at this 
time. Uncle Tent accepted this terrible catastrophe 
with greater determination to "get going" again, 
yet not accepting or expecting any financial help 
from others. This independence of the individual 
was evident throughout his life, and probably was 
a characteristic of those times. 

His children, Florelia, Dece, Bud, Alleen, Charles, 

Hershal and Irene, were known everywhere in the 
country for their singing. Still there are some old 
timers living to tell how Bud, short in stature but 
deep in voice, Dece with joyous animation, and 
Alleen with alto that rocked the church doors, 
would sing and enjoy it as much as those who sat 
and listened. After all of his children were married, 
they continued to enjoy singing, and among their 
descendants today arc many who would rather 
sing and play some musical instrument than eat. 

Uncle Tent gave each of his children 20 acres of 
land, and he went to live with his youngest son, 
Hershal. It was told by those who knew, that he 
walked to Wedowee and back home 17 times, a 
distance of 65 miles each trip, to see his parents and 
care for them when they were sick- He also rode 
horseback or went in a wagon many times to help 
them when they needed someone. He was very gen- 
erous, and few people ever left his house without 
his giving them something to carry home. It was the 
joy of his grandchildren to go there, but he always 
took them to his favorite spot in the woods where 
he kept a big swing and a nice den to enjoy the 
wonders of nature and to meditate. He carried the 
grandchildren to hunt muscadines, wild persim- 
mons, grapes, hickory nuts and many other fruits in 

Uncle Tent spent many hours in these quiet 
Spots away from the outside tumult, and at the 
cemetery where his first wife was buried. This love 
of nature is characteristic of the Sharps down 
through the ages, as shown by their, love of pioneer 
life. By keeping close to Mother Nature, he finds his 
greatest comfort, for it is there that Cod best 
reveals Himself. 

In 1934, he survived a second tornado, when his 
house was partly wrecked while he was in a weather 
house. When asked if he was seared, he replied, 
"I don't know, but when I reached to scratch my 
head, I stuck my fingers in my eyes." One of his 
most frank admissions was that "I must have pretty 
good sense, since it's never been used." 




Va «*y*Aiab J u M 368J4 



Uncle Frank belonged in the younger family 
group, born in 1854 before the turbulent days of the 
Civil War, being a boy of six at the beginning, and 
ten at the close of the war, he remembered much 
that happened since four of his older brothers took 
part in the struggle. Several of the boys and girls 
were old enough to work, yet not old enough for 
service. So the work on the large farm was carried 
forward without too much interruption except for 
the lack of supplies. Throughout the duration of the 
war, growing crops for the family's use came first. 
The war created a considerable demand for wheat, 
and as a young man, Frank began to explore the 
possibilities of growing wheat, and about this time 
he married Ellie McCarley and lived on the old 
homeplace in Chambers County. After several of his 
children were born, they moved to Kansas where 
farming was done on a larger scale, and wheat 
was grown in abundance. 

Frank, like his father and mother, early learned in 
life that wherever one sojourns, there must be a place 
of worship, so he set to work and built a church on 
his own farm. 

Aunt Ellie died soon after their ninth child was 
bom, and in 1899, Uncle Frank married a school 
teacher, Alice Rule. They moved to Bashaw, Canada 
in 1911 after a severe drought in Kansas that year. 
Land was cheap in this part of Canada, and some 
of his children had satisfied their pioneering spirit 
by pushing northward. Here again, true to his relig- 
ious convictions, he helped build an evangelican 
church near his farm in Canada. 

Upon his return visit to Alabama, his southern 
kith and kin sat and listened with breathtaking awe 
as Uncle Frank, in his wonderful story-telling style, 
would relate his many interesting and unusual 
experiences of his childhood and through later 
years. Uncle Frank was a likeable Christian gentle- 
man, and his burst of heart-warming laughter and 
humor bound everyone to him. He died in 1933 after 
years of hard work, having lived a complete life of 
devotion to God, family and country. In his 90 
living descendants, there are these children: Odessa 
Shipely, Bertha Davidson, and Ursula Nash living 
in Calgary, Canada; Luther on Vancouver Island, 
B. C; Preston in Vancouver; Hobert, George and 
Feme residing in Bashaw. From their interesting 
letters we know that they have received a heritage 
from Iheir forebears which they are proudly carrying 
forward to oncoming generations. 





HUSBAND ■ Full Nam* 


0»y Month Yaar 


City or Plae* County 


Otftar information 



Franklin Pkrce Sharp 




•Show Pi«c*4t ) of ReiManoa, Occupation, 

Military a ttard. Church Affiliation, ate., 

hi tha iptea provldod, or turn ihw ov*r. 

hufmw uanietanarpt Mamar Charlotte Tucker 

Day Month Vaar 

City or Pl**a County 


OThar Information 


Mary Ella McCariev 



1 Show *ach child Ifl Of 0*r of 

Birth. Show full Maldan N*m* 
4' o< Spout*, at ■pplieaow. 

HafFithr MOttW 

OHILOREN - Full N*m#(.) 

Day Month Vaar 

CFty of Plata Courrty 


Otftar Information 





Spout* \ 

Julia Pickell _J 

• Two Children, both livinc 

imAmanM _ 






BfWUH \ 


Charles Shipley \ 

• Four Children, living in Ca jary 





Married Twice 

■*•— \ 







Married Twice 

■poo- ^ 


• Three children, Vancou\er h B.C. . 





OftOU*! \ 


Died as infant 






*w- \ 





M«r r 

SpOUt* 1 


* Fhut Daughters, raised fine cattle, retired, lives in Vancouver, B. C. 




8pou»» \ 

W. M.Sutton * 


S H 




8»u« \ 


* Twin sister to Gladys - Lived only a few days 




a p uu m A 







SPWrta \ 







HUSBAND - Full N«m 

Day Month Vee* 

City or Place County 


Other Information 





Fall River 


Franklin Pierce 



Military Record, enure* Affiliation, «&, 

hi* Father Uaniel sharp Motntr 

Charlotte Tucker 

WIFE ■ Fun Maiden Name 

D*y Month V«»r 

City or Place County 


Other Information 


Fall River 


Alice Rule 



1 Sncwr each child In order of 

Birth, Show full MdMn Mam* 
y Of SpOUW, 6* applicable, 

Her Fa 

tiar Mother 

C MILCH EN ■ Full Named) 

Day Month Year 

City or Pine* county 


Other 1 nf ormatlen 





5wuJ» \ 


Lived only a few days 







Sdduh \ 



* Farmer. r-cur Children. Tlu 

e* University Graduates 





Spoum \ 


• Very successful farmer, two daughters 






&COUe» ~" "\ 



• Three Children, Floyd 19, 

Laura IS, Linda 16 




Photo taken about 1915 

* — The Franklin Pierce Sharp Homestead 
Now The Home of George Sharps, Bashaw, Alberta, Canada 





HUSBAND ■ Full Nam* 

DiV Month 

CiTy or Pi«e* County Stita 

Oth«r Information 



3 January 1878 

Chambers Alabama 

A did Sherwood Davis 


* Sh nw Placatf ) of RiiMtnti, Occupation, 
Military Hacfttd, Church Affiliation, ate, 

In th* «p«c* pwovldod, or turn afiaat ov*r. 

■ Buried at Rock Spring Church, about 5 miks northwest of Lafayette, Chambers 

County, Alabama 

HiiFathar Mother 

WIFE ■ Full Maiden Nam* 

Day M«n<h Y*ar 

CUv or Placi CWjntV Stata 

Othir Information 


16 February 1858 



3 January 1878 

Eliza Adeline 


9 August 1K97 

Cumby Hopkins Tsxas 

* Buried at Cuniby Cemetery, Texas 

1 Show each child In ordar of 

•\r of Spouaa, as aepllcabr*. 

Har Fathar Mothor 

CHILDREN - Full Nin»(i) 

] Day Month Vaar | City or Plaoa County Stat* 

Othar Information 

]. Alma 

Bom in log cabin near Chapel Hill, Alabama 

2. Wilfred 

Born in log cabin near Chapel Hill, Alabama 

3. Winfred 

4. Cbra 

5. Henry 

6. Effie 

7. Lottie 

S. Ethel 

9. Everett 

10. Fiye 

11. Bess 

12. Ruby 

13. Cecil 

14. Other Twin Boy Davis 

IS. 16. Twin Girls 

Last set of twins. Born at Mother's death, lived one month. 



In 1858 Aunt Eliza was bom to be included among 
this family of Daniel Sharp's eighteen children. She 
was thought to be number IT, and in 1378 she was 
married to Adiel Davis at his home near Chapel 
Hill, when log cabins were still in style. Several of 
her older children were born there, numbering 17, 
only one short of her father's record. 

Aunt Eliza and her husband moved to Texas, 
thinking the climate would be better for Uncle Ade's 
health, as he suffered with catarrh. Then, too, 
Uncle Jack and Aunt Vic lived there, and wanted 
them to come and live near them. Aunt Eliza died 
at the age of 39 when her second set of twins were 
bom, and was buried at Cumby, Texas. All of her 
children except Alma returned to Alabama to live. 
Six of her children are living today. They are: Henry, 
Ceil and Lottie, who live in Birmingham, Alabama; 
Sherwood in Vicksburg, Mississippi; Effie in Winter 
Haven, Florida; and Bess in Miami, Florida. Aunt 
Eliza had 16 grandchildren, all of them girls. Her 
descendants, many who are living today, are ex- 
amples of her noble character. She was a beautiful 
girl with a lovely complexion and beautiful hair. 

Eliza Adeline Sharp Davis 


Eliza Sharp and A. S. Davis 

As told by Ahna Davis Low to Margaret Low Ridley 

Mama and Papa were married on January 2, 

1878 (in a log cabin, I think), in Chambers County, 
Alabama, near LaFayette. 1 was bom February 6, 

1879 in Chambers County. Wilfred was also born 

When I was nearly three, Papa decided to move to 
Texas in Robertson County near Calvert. One of 
Mania's older brothers, Jack, lived there, and one 
of her older sisters, Victoria, also lived there. She 
was single and later married a widower, Hugh 
Griffin, with two children. Dan was one of the chil- 
dren of Victoria and Hugh. Papa bought a place and 
we moved out there, but lived there only two years. 

In Robertson County, Winfred and Clara were born. 

Mama had an older brother, Frank Sharp, who 
lived in Kansas (Longton on the Elk River, in the 
southeast part of Kansas). There were four children 
when we decided to move to Kansas, and after we 
got there Papa bought a place, and we set up 
housekeeping in a log cabin. We lived four years 

in Kansas, and Henry and Effie were born there. 
Wilfred and I started to school at the age of six or 
seven. It seemed like we walked two miles to school. 
We had to cross the Elk River on a fool log. The 
school house was built of rock, and a big boy who 
lived on the road going to school threatened to cut 
off our ears. 

Papa made wonderful crops, and the tallest corn 
I ever saw, making 90 bushels on an acre. He would 
hill up turnips and apples for the winter, and they 
would keep fresh. We lived close to the river, and 
the land we worked was between our house and the 
river. Once it came a rainy spell and the river over- 
flowed, causing the water to get in our kitchen 
about a foot deep. This happened at night, and 
Papa loaded us into the wagon and took us up in the 
hills to where the bachelor lived that Papa bought 
the farm from. While we lived there, one of Mama's 
sisters. Aunt Lou, with her husband, Uncle George 
Yates and two children, moved there from Alabama. 


The winters were severe there and Papa had catarrh. 
He decided he needed a milder climate, and so we 
moved back to Texas. 

In the meantime, Uncle Marcellus Sharp, a young- 
er brother of Mama's, came from Alabama and 
located close to Uncle Frank Sharp at Busby, Texas. 
Uncle Marcellus worked for a man who lived in a 
brick house, fell in love with his daughter, Florence, 
and married her. Grandfather Daniel Sharp had 12 
boys and 6 girls, all children of the same parents. 

Then we moved to Hill County, not knowing a 
living soul there. We chartered a railroad car for 
our household goods and livestock. Papa put Mama 
and us four children on a passenger car, and we 
came right through to Morgan. There we went to 
a hotel and stayed nearly a week waiting for Papa 
to get there. We had a barrel of apples and one of 
turnips, and a container of vinegar which was made 
from apples grown on our farm. When he got there, 
he had to get out and find a place to live, as we 
knew no one. He found a man about a mile from 
town, who wanted to move into town, so we rented 
that place and lived there one year. Lottie was 
born there. I missed one year in school when we 
lived at Morgan when I was nine years old. From 
there we moved over about 15 miles in Hill County 
into a log house, until Papa could build us a new 
three room house. During the year we lived there, 
Ethel and Everett were born. Then we decided to 
move to Grayson County about 175 miles away. 
This time we moved in a covered wagon with all of 
our household goods, I think we had a cow tied to 
the back of the wagon. Along the way we camped 
several nights, and the night we spent in the Baszos 
River bottoms, it sleeted on us. Fay was born in 
Grayson County. Papa had two families of cousins 
who lived there. We went to Cousin Rill as family 
when we got to Grayson County, and Papa rented 
a farm and set up housekeeping there. After one 
year we moved to Hopkins County, where the 
Bentons and Hullings lived, having moved there 
from Georgia or Alabama. Papa put Mama and me, 
and the four children who couldn't walk (Lottie, 
Ethel, Everett and Fay), on the train, and he came 
through with the other children (Wilfred, Winfred, 
Clara, Henry and Effie) in a covered wagon. We lived 
4 miles south of Cumby for five years. Bess, Ruby, 
Ceicel and his twin brother, a baby girl who lived 
eight days, and another set of twins were born there. 
Mama died when the last set of twins were born. 
They lived only about a month after Mama died. We 
were living a mile south of Cumby. I lived at home 
for one year after Mama died. I told him if he 

wouldn't marry, I would stay with him as long as he 
needed me. But Papa wrote Aunt M attic to find him 
a wife in Alabama, and she recommended Miss 
Lena Edwards. They exchanged pictures, and he 
went back there, where they were married just eight 
months after Mama died. We children were upset 
because he married so soon. He demanded that we 
call her Mother, but we called her "Miss Lena" 

Papa was the head of the house, and there never 
was any question about who "ruled the roost." He 
was strict with us, but he wanted us to have an 
education, and there were plenty of magazines and 
books around. Nearly all of the children went either 
to college or business school. 

When we moved to a new place, we always went 
to Sunday School. If there was not one there. Papa 
would organize one. We used Sunday School 
materials from David C. Cook Co. 



Uncle Marcellus, the youngest of the children of 
Daniel and Charlotte Sharp, was born in 1861, and 
lived to be 82 years old. He moved to Kansas with 
Grandpa Daniel seeking better farming land. While 
there he worked for a Mr. Patterson and married his 
daughter, Florence. At the age of 40, his wife fell 
off a horse and broke her leg, causing her to limp 
the rest of her life. They moved to Canada in 1913 
after his brother, Frank, had settled there. 

To uncle Marse, as he was called, and Aunt 
Florence, were born Marvin and Adele. Adele and 
her mother were invalids many years prior to their 
deaths. In writing to his sister Eliza's daughter, 
Alma, Uncle Marse wrote, "We came here to the old 
people's home, April 15, 1942. Aunt Florence was 
a perfect invalid for the last five years. She passed 
away August 30, and so I am alone just among 
strangers . . . your letters and pictures will interest 
rne in my lonely times, This is your Uncle Marcellus, 
the only one left of a family of eighteen/' 

He died there at the convalescent home in 
Wetaskinin, Alberta, Canada, and outlived his wife 
only a few months. Marvin has a son, Alan, who 
is an evangelical missionary to the Bahamas, and a 
daughter, Alice (Mrs. Elmer Sorensen) who is a 
trained nurse. At present Marvin is a paralytic, and 
is a patient in a hospital at Camrose, Alberta. 
Uncle Marcellus has at this time seven living 

Marcellus was said to have excellent health 
throughout his 82 years, was devoted to his family, 
and especially to his crippled and later invalid wife. 
He left the testimony of a Christian and a good man. 



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Sliirpe, Daniel 

3* Yam 


Born in Georgia 





South Carolina 

William H. 








Mary A. 




Andrew J . 



1 eiustiMi't 

Daniel B 




James M. 
























A nearby family , . , 

Sharp*, Peter W 

43 Years 


Born in Maryland 

Farmer LWM 

Martha M. 




Miry J. 




Sarah F. 




Martha A. 




Gamer, William J. 

28 Years 


Born in Georgia 

School Teacher 


. . .18*0 


Sharpe, George W. 

23 Year* 


Bona In Teaamnre 

Farmer SI ,000 Real Estate 







Sharpe, Daniel 

48 Year* 



1300 Real Estate 




South Carolina 

52,000 Personal Property 

Mary A. 




Rachel S 
















Frank p, 




Charlotte V 




Nancy A. 





. . .June 20, 1870 


WnTjie Daniel 

58 Yean 






South Carolina 

Hru T 
















Charlotte V 

















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Slurp*, Daniel 

66 Yean 






Sooth Carolina 

Marcellu D. 








Sharpe. JamcaM, 

25 Yean 



EMna L. 




Henry M, 




Earnest C. 






The last Indian uprising in Chambers County, 
Alabama was in 1836. Mr. Harper , formerly a 
citizen of Harris County, Georgia, was killed while 
building his home in the southwestern part of the 
County. The incident was mentioned in a series 
titled "Reminiscences of LaFayette and Chambers 
County" by Walter B. Wood, Jr., now deceased, 
as published in The LaFayette Sun in 1949-50. One 
issue related the recollections of Mr. £. G. Richards 
of the early days of that County. 


With Some Comments by Peter A, 
The trouble between the United 
States and the Creek tribe of 
Indians in East Alabama occurred 
in the Spring of the year 1836, 
The first notice we had at La- 
Fayette, of hostilities on the part 
of the Indians, was their killing 
a man by the name of Harper, in 
the southwestern part of Cham- 
bers County, Ala. Mr, Harper 
had been a citizen of Harris 
County, in the State of Georgia, 
for wine years, but in the Spring 
of 1836, came to Chambers Coun- 
ty, Ala., and built him a house in 


the southwestern part of the 
county, on the headwaters of the 
Sandy Creek, where there were 
then more Indians than white 
people to which he moved his 
family. About the first of April 
of that year, if my memory of 
dates be correct, news reached 
LaFayette that the Indians had 
murdered Harper in his own 
house. His body was brought to 
LaFayette and buried in our 
cemetery. This scribe helped bury 
him. Whether Harper's family 
were at home at the time, I can- 

not now state, but whether they 
were or not, no one was hurt but 
him. Immediately after this mur- 
der we began to receive news 
daily of depredations committed 
by the Indians in the counties 
of Russell, Barbour and Macon, 
where the Indians were more 
numerous. That caused a general 
alarm through the count)', and 
about the fourth day after the 
killing of Harper, persons living 
south and west of LaFayette 
brought their families to LaFay- 
ette for protection. 

This incident touched off the Indian scare, but the 
Creek uprising never really got off the ground, due 
mostly to the hastily organized companies of settlers 
in the county. 

Governor C. C. Clay of Alabama, at this time issued 
the order to Col. Chas. McLemore, Commander of 
Chambers County Militia. One company at LaFayette 
was raised, with W. H. House, then Clerk of Circuit 
Court, elected leader. Another company was raised 
at Fredonia, with J. F. Sharpe elected as their 
Captain, Below Cusseta, another group elected Rev. 
Moses Cunn as their Captain, and the fourth group 
in the western part of the county elected Gen, 
Green Talbot as their Captain. These four companies 
were ordered to meet at a fort, which had been 
built in the extreme southwestern corner of Cham- 
bers County, near the corner of Russell, Macon and 
Tallapoosa Counties. The fort was built on the lands 
of Col. Henderson, and was called Fort Henderson. 

At Fort Henderson these four companies were 
mustered into the United States Service for three 
months. However, the Company of Captain Talbot 
decided at this meeting that they did not wish to be 
mustered in at this time, and disbanded and returned 
to their homes, leaving the other three groups. The 
Companies of Captain House and Captain Sharpe 
were stationed at Fort Henderson for the three 
months, while Captain Gunn's Company was sta- 
tioned at a fort they built on Hallawakee Creek, 
in the southeastern part of Chambers County near 
Cusseta, where Floyd's Mill now stands. The fort 
was named for their leader, Captain Cunn. 

This Company was under the command of Maj, 
John C. Webb, who was next in command to Col. 
McLemore. Major Webb was an excellent leader, 
and while they had no fighting to do, he was with 
his men on many scouting parties. Their presence 
in the area kept the Indians in check, while the last 
of the Indians and the Creek Nation were being 
moved west of the Mississippi River. 





HUSBAND -Full Nam* 

Day Mflndi Year 

City or Flee* County State 

Other information 


3 November 1854 

Chambers Alabama 


22 November 1877 

James Monroe Sharp* 


5 March 1937 


* Buried at Lebanon Cemetery. Chambers. Alabama 

Military Record, Church Affiliation, ale., 

In the speca provided, or turn ihoet Over. 

Hi* Father William Henry Sharpe Mother Martlhn ( A.-.- j >m TFT 

WIFE • Full Maiden Mama 

Oey Month Veer 

City or Piece County State 

Other Information 


17 March 1857 


22 November 1877 

Eivtu LaureLlj Milford 


11 February 1938 

Chambers Alabama 

* Buried at Lebanon Cemetery .Chamber?, Alabama 

1 Shew eech aJU Id In order of 
I Birth . G hrj w hill Maiden Mama 
+ of Spouee, at applicable. 

Har Father Phillip P. Milford Morher Martha McCarlcv 

CHILDREN- Full Njma|.) 

Day Month Year 

City oc Piece County Stat* 

Other InlmmatlOn 




21 September 187S 

Chambers Alabama 

Henry Milford 


26 December 1904 

(2) Znla Glee Eshelman - December 23, 1919 



30 May 1952 

Brighton Alabama 

Leila Satterwhite 

• Buried at Brighton, Alabama 



13 Mav 1880 


Earnest Chalmers 


30 September 1 906 



P H . 

24 March 1958 

MsTy Viola Waldron 



26 September 1881 

Wehster Hershel 


26 December 1910 




1 March 1963 

Lucy Jones 

* hurled at Clanton, Aiabamj 




6 May 1 883 

Andrew Jackson 


24 June 1908 




13 October 1964 

Kate Wallace 

* LaFavette Cemetery, Alabama 



6 November 1885 

Wilbur Durelk 


2S December 1910 




25 Mav 1967 

Marv Bullock 

* Buried at Lebanon Cemetery. Chambers, Alabama 



7 November 1887 

Rufui Bernard 


13 December 1913 

(2) Annie Lee Wflliford - January 1 L 1 929 




6 February 1956 

Mary Clarke 

• Buried at Turn pa, Florida 



6 fune 1889 


James Otis 


11 January 1910 




26 June 1962 

Fannie Mac Huckaby 

* Started at Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Alabama 



22 January 1891 

Jasper Wise 


14 December 1914 




25 Auaust 1963 

Katie Mae Cox 

* Buried at Lebanon Cemeterv. Chambers, Alabama 




23 December 1893 


John Calvin 


9 Auras* 1921 



Euiia Mae Benton 




8 November 1895 


Melwyn Hervey 


10 January 1915 



□ lad 

25 November 1971 

Elloree StiU 

* Buried at Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Alabama 




HUSBAND - Full Mama 

0iy Montti Yaar 

City or Plica County 

Stat* Othar Information 


14 February 1804 

South Carolina 


Phillip Phagan Milford 


12 January 1880 

* Buried at Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Alabama 

Military Haeord. Church Affiliation, atc„ 

In tha snaca orovidad. or turn ihaat cvir. 

Hli Pat 

har Mortiar 

Oiy Month Yaar 

CiiY or Fiat* County 

St«t« Oth*r 1 ntormttiOA 




Martha McCarley 



* Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Alabama 

1 snow aocn chiia In oraar of 

1 Birth. Show full Maldan Nam* 
4. 01 Spout*, M SppllCoBI*. 

h## Fath»r David McCarlev Mottwr 

Marv Beattv 

CHILDREN ■ Full NamaU) 

Day Month Yaar 

Citv or Plat* County 

Siiw Oth*r information 



26 April 1 843 



Sponta \ 


23 June 1929 1 

W. F. Abernathy \ 

' Buried ai Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Alabama 




Rufus C. 


Spoubp \ 



• Was Deaf and Dumb. Married a Deaf and Dumb Rhrl. Buried at Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Ala. 



9 October 1850 

Olivia (Livil 


Spoun 1 


S November 1 891 

W. A. Y canon 

■ Buried at Lebanon Cemetery'. Chambers. Alabama 




Miles H 










16 May 1854 






8 November 1889 



17 March 1857 

Elrina Lauretta 


22 November 1&77 




II February 1938 

James Monroe Sharpe 

" Buried at Lebanon Cemetery, Chambers, Alabama 




Myron Woodson 





Marv Alice Crook 

* Buried in Lanett , Chambers, Alabama 


Where James Monroe Sharpe Lived As A Boy 

The following is some information connected with 
the history of the old log cabin near Buffalo, known 
as the Frank Beaty House. It was the home and 
sleeping quarters of my father, James Monroe 
Sharpe, during and after the Civil War, from 1862 
until 1870, When my grandfather William Henry 
Sharpe rode the only horse the family had off to 
the war, he left five small children under nine years 
of age, of which my father James Monroe, was the 
oldest. When word reached the family that my 
grandfather William Henry had died of scarlet fever, 
my father was hired out to James Beaty at the age 
of nine, and made a regular hand until 1870 For 
his wages was paid ore-half bushel of meal every 
two weeks, to take home to his mother and the 
other four children, Since he was about five miles 
from his work, he went home every two weeks, and 
carried the corn by the mill to have it ground on 
the way home. He was always back there bright 
and early on Monday morning ready for work. 

His seven years' work for his Uncle John Beaty, 
as he proudly spoke of him, had quite an influence 
on his later life. He once spoke of him as the only 
hand he ever had, who could whistle while plowing 
in a new ground. Throughout his life he was always 
whistling, or humming a tune along with his work. 
Much of his life he drove a *Teddler" wagon to 
West Point, Georgia, each week loaded down with 
truck crops and live poultry of every type. The Jews 
up in the old Bluffton area were very fond of his 
ducks, geese, turkeys and guineas, and would 
always know he was in town when they heard him 
whistling. He also operated a beef market in West 
Point for many years. 

Back to the Uncle John Beaty story, James later 
earned the right to call him Uncle John, when he 
married the youngest daughter of Phillip Phagan 
Milford, Laura Ella Milfoid. She was the sister of 
Uncle Woody Milford who spent many of his later 
years with the First Baptist Church of Lanett. 

The Milfords were closely related to the Beatys, 
and lived in the same community. Also Herbert 
Milford, a former Sheriff of Chambers County, was 
a grandson of Miles Milford, a brother of Woody 
Milford Also Chief of Police of Lanett, Oma Sharpe, 
was a son of Frank Sharpe, a second cousin of ours. 

We are very proud of the Milford blood that 
flows in our veins. The Milford Reunion had its 
beginning hack in the Carolines before coming to 

The very first year my father Jim Sharpe worked 
for his Uncle John Beaty, he learned to ride and 

whistle while he rode the plow horse to and from 
the field every day, and thereby whistling his way 
into the confidence of his Uncle John, for soon he 
allowed him to ride the plow horse to the mill to 
have the corn ground for the family meal. What a 
day to be remembered, for a boy of nine, to be able 
to say, "I have been to mill/' which means he was 
a person of experience, and could be trusted. To 
make such a trip, he must be able to do a few things 
well: first, he must be able to ride a horse, guide him 
in the right direction, so that the sack does not 
come untied at the top, which would almost mean 
a calamity". As the sack of grain was placed across 
the horse's shoulder, be sure the grain was evenly 
divided on each side, so there would be no danger 
of slipping to one side. No doubt Uncle John secured 
the sack at the top before placing it across the 
horse's shoulders, rightly dividing the grain on each 
side, which was later to be the duty of the honest 
miller at the mill, and the boy had no worry. 

The Bible tells that your young men shall have 
visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. Well, 
here is the exact occasion of the young man's vision. 
It took place at the historic old Doyle's Mill, now 
known as Ward's Mill, and still later as Kurbys Mill. 
While waiting at the mill for his grinding, he waded 
through the swift cool water that rolled down a steep 
incline of solid rock, for some 300 feet, to a large 
basin of water that lapped against the rock walls of 
the two or three-story building that housed the old 
mill. This body of water near the mill served a vast 
area of Chambers County as a fisherman's paradise, 
as well as a picnic area of unusual beauty and 
fascinating appeal. The feel of the warm golden 
meal and rich graham flour, that poured with won- 
derful regularity from the large rocks, stirred the 
young man to the depth of his soul. He had visions 
of the future, and hope and joy in the possibility of 
just such a wonderland of his own. This thought 
continued in his mind until it was achieved in not 
many years hence. 

The next year his hopes were further boosted by 
the gift of a baby bull calf from his Uncle John, 
which he trained to ride and pull like a steer. Then 
with the gift of another calf the next year, he was 
soon the proud owner of a well-trained yoke of 
oxen, to which he gave the names of Kaleb and 
Joshua. This yoke of steers proved to be a wise 

For many years they were valuable in his deter- 
mined drive to own his own farm, and to build his 
own home. After five years of on-the-job training 


on the Beaty farm, and the wise counseling of his 
Uncle John, he felt, at the advanced age of 14, he 
was capable of taking over the operation of his 
mother's farm, and be better able to provide for her 
and the four other children. How well he managed 
the affairs of the family was shown in later years 
as the family grew up, when the deeds to the entire 
farm were made over to the one and only whistling 

After studying the water possibilities on this farm, 
and with the vision still uppermost in his mind, he 
decided on the purchase of a Farm some distance 
down below the fork of two creeks, one with 
headwaters beginning in Front of the old school 
house at White Plains, the other beginning behind 
the old ginhouse at White Plains, The two creeks 
make up the Mount Hickory creek that flows into 
the Chicasanoxie Creek near Milltown. 

Here he built two dams, one on each creek, com- 
plete with race to mill house with undershot wheel 
and rocks for grinding com or wheat. The pond on 
the other creek was built for ginning cotton, and 
was complete with race to ginhouse and undershot 
wheel, with a single gin setup, and was capable of 
ginning about two bales per day. The packing was 
done with a yoke of steers. The large steel wheel 
was bought from the Columbus Iron Works, and 
was hauled home from Columbus, Ceorgia, with 

six large steers, or three yoke of oxen, taking four 
days to make the trip. One pond was known as the 
Gin Pond, the other was called the Mill Pond. 

Both ponds were stocked with what was called 
native fish, suckers or crawl bottoms, yellow and 
spotted cat, perch, trout and eel, which was very 
common in those days. Once when draining the gin 
pond, he saved a 60 gallon barrel full of eels, 
about 18 in. long, to stock a third pond he built 
further up the branch. The three ponds were a 
drawing attraction from every section of the 

At this time he made another trip to Columbus, 
Georgia, for the purchase of one of the famous 
Golden Syrup Mills made by the Columbus Iron 
Works, complete with heavy iron rollers, 10 ft 
copper pan evaporator, barrels, kegs, skimmers, 
dippers and floating boards. The frame, leverbeam 
and lead pole were made at home. This syrup- 
making, which kept him busy for the next 20 years, 
was known as the syrup-making era. Along with 
this, he added a 250-egg incubator to his poultry 
business. As if this didn't give him enough to do, 
he then decided to spread out, and built a regular 
four- gin cotton ginning outfit with a grist mill and 
sawmill all under one roof, which he operated the 
next 8 years. 

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Postmasters William L. Wilson, September 13, 1874 - Allen B. Wilson, 
March 16, 1887 -John W Pledger, December 20, 1900. 


1, Dawson (Doss) McLain 2, Sally McCarley 3. Ernest Sharpe A. Belton (Belt) Ramage 
5. Henry Sharpe 6. Odessa Sharp 7. Frank Finley 8. Webster (Web) Sharpe 9. Katie 
Dannby 10. Jackson (Jack) Sharpe 1 1. Bunyan (Bun) McCarley 12, Billy Dannby 
Photo made Summer of 1901, 



Mark Fretwel!, a former 
resident of West Point now 
living in St. Augustine, Flori- 
da, says he will always con- 
tinue his interest in the heri- 
tage and history of the Val- 
ley area. 

He has collected rare items 

of his heritage for many 
years and recently sent two 
such articles for the files of 
the Chattahoochee Valley His- 
torical Society, 

One s*ieh item is of special 
value as it also includes pic- 
tures of old Doyle's Milt in 
Chambers County. Mark and 
his wife, Betty, took the pic- 
tures in 1950 and the historic 
old grist milt is no longer 
standing, having succumbed 
to the ravages of weather 
and neglect. 

Fretwell wrote about the 

"Your father or your 
grandfather wouid rem ember 
it as Ward's Mill and he can 
tell you it was a famous 
pEace for picnics and house 
parties when he was a young 
man. If you have never been 
there, it is about four miles 
southwest of Fredonia and 
the skeleton of the old mill 
house still stands ( 19501. The 
winds and rains and sunshine 
of many years have battered 
and punished it The mill- 
stones arc there and some of 
the old hand hewn columns 
and beams and joists are 
sturdy and solid. 

"Tbe falls of the crock 
above tbe mill send its wa- 
ters rushing over great gran- 
ite rocks, to drop into a quiet 
pool below, which seems to 
have been hollowed and worn 
in the face of solid stone dur- 
ing the long and forgotten 
centuries. Across the pool, 
sloping baTe rock extends 
several hundred yards up to- 
ward a ridge covered with 

"You perhaps know the 
stream as Waterworks Creek, 
because it is the same one 
which winds down through 
the hills and empties into the 
Chattahoochee River at tbe 
West Point pumping station. 

'The Indians had another 
name for it . . , Oceligee. , . 
which means 'place where 
c&ssina yaupon came 
from. 1 This was very 
important because the 

The Mill in 1951 

Story by Virginia Smith 

appeared in The Columbus Ledger- Enquirer feature 

East Alabama TODAY 

plant was used in making the 
famous Black Drink of the 
southern Indians. 

''The mill was built by 
Mmrod Doyle in 1816, the 
first while mart to establish 
his home in what w r as later 
to become Chambers County. 
He was a veteran of St. 
Clair's campaign around the 
Great Lakes (1790) and was 
wounded during his. service 
there. He also served in the 
Southern Indian wars in the 
early lflflO's. Doyle was brave 
and resourceful, the years of 
hard training in the wilder- 
ness having produced in him 
a ver y great measure of skill 
and tact in dealing with Indi- 
ans and other phases of fron- 
tier, life. He was much in de- 
mand as a scout and leader 
and for years traded among 
various tribes which were lo- 

cated in this area, traveling 
from village to village, 

"Finally, Doyle married an 
Indian woman and built bis 
mill there on Ocelige* creek. 
He raised a large Imif-breed 
family and was respected by 
Indians and whites alike, of- 
ten being called upon to set- 
tle disputes or in the crude 
frontier manner, to adminis- 
ter justice. As the years 
passed, the trading post 
which he operated in connec- 
tion with the mill attracted 
trade all through the Valley 
and even from West Georgia. 

"Nimrod Doyle was the first 
white settler in Chambers 
County, 1816. The predecessor 
of trade and industry in the 
Valley. His mill lapped ener- 
gy from the swift waters 
flowing into the Chattahoo- 
chee River," 



The following is a short history of community 
activities and life as enjoyed by the people around 
White Plains. Dating from the time the first school- 
house was built, the community' will celebrate its 
87th anniversary in 1972. The first school building 
was erected in the year 1885, with the first term be- 
ginning in 1886. Being a one-room school, each 
teacher elected, not only had complete charge of 
the school, but was a leader of the community. We 
don't have a complete record of the years each 
teacher taught, but the following teachers had 
char Re of the school in this order 

The honor of being the first school teacher, or 

School Master, as they were sometimes referred to, 
went to Ben Ty singer, Very few farmers had an 
extra room in which to board the teacher in those 
days, so a home was built for the teacher. It stood for 
many years just south of the school building on the 
highway. Mr. Ty singer was followed in the school 
work by Rob Taylor, grandfather of R. W. Taylor. 
Then came Miss Pearl Gamble, Walter Spinks, 
Annie Heard, irine McCarley. Edna Alsobrooks, 
Hattie McClendon, Elnor Wallace, Adell Quarrells, 
Alberta Harris, Helen Moss, Emma Wooddy, Ivy 
Sands, Wyatt Roberts, Ella Sands, Carrie King, 
Vivian Elliot, Edgar Owens, Ada Pearl Simms, Nellie 
Bonor, and Edna McCarley. 


1. Euna Benton 2. Sara McCarley 3. Cal Sharpe 4. Frank McCarley 5, Exien McCarley 6. Byron DeLoach 
7. Lula Mae Sharpe 8. Novie Benton 9. Annie Mae House 10. Kuna Phillips 1 1, Catherine Finney 12. Sara 
Taylor 13. Eglah Piper 14. Smith Golden 15. Millard Benton 16. Clyde Ramage 17. Robert Taylor 18. Jack 
Finney Teacher - Miss Carrie King 


A union Sunday School contributed much to the 
life of the community, and was well attended for 
some 40 years, with ministers from various denomi- 
nations holding services on many Sunday afternoons. 
Among these were J. Thomas Hollingsworth, J. T. 
Self, Alex Yeargan, J, M. Smith and John W. Hamm, 
the evangelist, who conducted a large tent meeting 
in the summer of 1917, which was attended by a 
great many people from all over the County. Some 
of the Superintendents of the Sunday School, we 
recall, were M. P. McCarlcy, Bob McLain, C. F. 
Finney, J. C. Sharpe, J. B. McLain, W. D. Sharpe 
and J. M. Barber. 

The first grant of four acres of land was given the 
Methodist Church of Pine Grove (Negro) by my 
great-grandfather, Daniel Sharpe, in the 1840s. I 
am glad to report that the Pine Grove Church is 
still going strong today, after some 130 years of 
faithful service to its members. The first building 
was a brush arbor construction, a very humble 

One of the first National Farm Loan Associations 
was organized at White Plains, Other farm organiza- 
tions which held regular meetings in White Plains 
were the Farmers Alliance and Farmers Union. 
Debating Societies discussed questions of Stock Law 
and Women's Suffrage. One debater would make a 
point against the stock, with waving arms, shout- 
ing, "Must I break down my physical strength or 
sell my cow?" The oLher side would shout, "Must 
1 lose my crop to your cow running out?" Although 
many times tempers flared, we have no record of a 
murder or suicide among the white people of the 

Barbecues, picnics, Christmas trees, school plays, 
egg hunts and baseball games played a prominent 
part in the social life of both white and Negro people 
of White Plains. And believe it or not, baseball was 
first introduced in the school by a lady teacher, 
Miss Adell Quarrells, who, at first, did the pitching 
for both sides. 



By Dr. Henry Frazer 

At the 100th Anniversary' Homecoming exercises 
at Lebanon Church, in 1943, I took the following 
record. At the fall meeting of the Presbytery of East 
Alabama, held at the Carolina Church in October, 
1843, a number of Presbyterians residing in the 
vicinity of Nolan's Mill (later known as Doyle's 
Mill, and now known as Ward's Mill), petitioned 
that body to set them off from LaFayette Presby- 
terian Church, and to organize them into a separate 
organization. This request was granted by Presby- 
tery, and Rev. William R. Patton was authorised to 
effect the organization. This was done on the 30th 
of December, 1843, with the following members 
constituting the congregation: David McCarley, Sr., 
Mary McCarley, Sr., Mary McCarley, John B. Mc- 
Carley, Elias McCarley, David McCarley, Jr , 
William McCarley, Sarah McCarley, Martha Mc- 
Carley, Joseph McCarley, Sr , Sam McCarley, John 
Barber, Margaret Barber, Elizabeth Akin, Thomas 
Johnson, Margaret Johnson, James S. Pickens, 
Robert Wardlaw, Jane Blair, Margaret Beaty, John 
Beaty and Frances Beaty. 

On the following day, the election of elders was 
held by the congregation, and the names of David 
McCarley, Sr„ David McCarley, Jr., and Robert 
Wardlaw appear on the first page of the new organ- 
ization, as those chosen to guide the spiritual des- 
tinies of the newly organized congregation. The 
first report was made to Presbytery in 1846. The 
Presbytery was in session at Jacksonville > Ala,, and 
was very attentive to every phase of the interest of 
this new congregation. The name under which the 
report was made was "Union Chapel," which was 
rather too liberal for the Presbytery of that time. 
The elder representing the congregation was in- 
structed by the body to have the name changed, 
which was done, and thereafter the church was 
known as "Lebanon Church." The place of worship 
for several years was at the place of organization, 
where the old Sweet Home M. E. church has borne 
testimony to the atoning merits of the blood of 
Jesus Christ for three quarters of a century. The 
church was moved from that place to the present 
location some years later, and worship was held in a 
school building which stood where the present rock 
residence, erected some decades ago by Mr. A. L, 
McCarley, now stands. The present edifice was 
erected about the year 1870, and dedicated to the 
glory of God the same year. Mr. Warren Yeargan 
was for many years a ruling elder in the church, and 
is perhaps the only living man who assisted in the 
erection of the building. 

■Pti ' nE 





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Lebanon Church 

Mr. J arret Trammell, who was present, recalls 
very vividly one of the hymns sung on the occasion. 
It was one of the old hymns of petition for the out- 
pouring of grace upon the people: 
Savior visit Thy plantation. 

Grunt us Lord, a gracious rain, 
AU must come to desolation. 

Unless Thou return again; 
Lord, revive us, Oh t revive us: 

AU our help must come from Thee, 

This shows the character of the music of the time, 
and gives an insight into the earnestness with which 
our fathers approached the Throne of Grace when 
they entered the courts of our God. 

Members from the outside began to unite them- 
selves with the church as early as the Spring 
communion season of 1844, and the Session was 
strengthened in 1854 by the election of Mr. Andrew 
J Blakely, who had come into the church from the 
Rocky Springs Church of Lurens County, South 
Carolina. The church continued to grow in numbers 
and in influence for good in the community until 
the trying period of 1861-1865. War plays havoc 
with the life of a church, as well as with other phases 
of human relationship, and we find but sparse 
mention of meetings of the Session during this 
trying period. We can easily conjecture the lack of 
money, absence of many in the actual conflict, and 
other distressing circumstances connected with the 
war, that are responsible for the suspension tem- 
porarily of regular meetings of the Session, and 
doubtless of the gatherings for public worship. But 
this experience taught men the value of soul interest, 
and after the return of the soldier boys from the 
camps and battle fields, they followed in the foot- 
steps of their fathers and united with the church and 


became honored and useful men in their day and 
generation. During the August revival of 1885 there 
was a great ingathering of men and women who 
were destined to become influential members of the 
church. Some of these were; Albert L. McCarley, 
Mary Ann Mcjunkin, Laura E. Ramage, Mrs. Mary 
V. Ramage, James B. Ramage, Martha L. Blakely, 
Thomas C- Farris, Eli7abeth McCarley, Mrs. Isabelle 
F. Callaham, Victoria A. Blakeley, Margaret C. 
FrazeT, James Blair and M. P. McCarley. 

The church has had a continuous history from the 
day of organization to the present time, and although 
the membership has been small, comparatively 
speaking, it has exerted a strong influence for good 
in the community. The great doctrines of the Lord 
of God, as interpreted by the Presbyterian Church, 
have been both taught from its pulpit and practiced 
in the lives of its membership. Its ministry has led 
the community life and activity, and the influence 
of Lebanon has been felt in other denominations 
and in other communities. It has fulfilled the proph- 
ecy of the Psalmist: There shall be a handful of 
corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains; 
the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon. Members 
who were indoctrinated in this old church have 
born testimony for their Lord in many sections of 
our country, and streams of wholesome influence 
have flowed from this place to make glad the city of 

The writer has searched diligently to find the 
names of the ministers who served the congregation, 
and the periods of their respective services. The 
following is as correct as it is possible to secure such 
data from the records available. In 1843, William 
R. Patton was in charge of the church, which he was 
instructed to organize, and no other name appears 
until 1850, when the name of Rev. M. Dickson 
appears. From 1853 to 1855, Rev. E. J. Walker was 
the supply. In 1856, Rev. Robert Bell gave his 
services for three or four months only, and he was 
succeeded by Rev. W. W. Morrison, who filled out 
the remaining part of the year, and served the 
church during the year 1857. In 1858, Rev. G. R, 
Foster served his first period with the church, and 
was succeeded by Rev. H. N. Pharr, who preached 
until I860 There seems to have been only inter- 
mittent gatherings for worship until 1862, when 
Rev, W. W. Morrision, who had served the church 
in 1857, came back to the field, and was the min- 
ister in charge until 1865. In 1866, Rev. James L. 
Reed began his ministry which lasted until 1872. 
His honored son, The Rev. Dr. Richard C. Reed, is 
today the Professor of Church History at Columbia 
Theological Seminary, and is one of the most useful 
men in the Southern Presbyterian Church. Rev. 
G. R. Foster, who had been with the church during 

the year 1858, came back for a period of service 
from 1873 to 1877 Then began the ministry of Rev. 
William Swift, remembered by many of you who are 
here today, which continued until 1880. After his 
departure there is no record of regular service until 
1882, when Rev. Robert Nail, D. D., became the 
supply pastor for about a year, In 1883, Rev. John 
R. Bruce came to the field, and his ministry was 
highly appreciated by the congregation. Perhaps 
the greatest service rendered to the church by the 
Rev. Mr, Bruce, however, was the introduction to 
the field of Rev. Wilham Thomas Hollingsworth, 
who had the longest period of service of any one in 
the history of the church. He served first from 1885 
to 1896, and then again from 1900 to 1913, making 
a total of 25 years of service. Rev. J, C. Wiggins 
was the supply from 1896 to 1898, Rev. W, L. 
Bedinger came in 1899 and served one year only. 
After the second period of ministry of Rev. W. T. 
Hollingsworth, which lasted as stated above from 
1900 to 1913, Rev. John B, Reily came to the field, 
and did a splendid work until he was called to 
Cleveland, Tennessee, in 1915. Part of the year 
1915, the church was supplied by Rev. George W. 
Casque, now a rector in the Episcopal Church. 
After a lapse of several months, Rev. A. F. Laird 
began his ministry which lasted from 1918 to 
1922, The present pastorate, that of Rev. J. Meek 
White, began in the Spring of 1924. 

Lebanon Presbyterian Church 
near Buffalo, Ala. 




Lebanon Church History, continued 

The following is a list of elders, with the dates of 
their ordination and installation, so far as the writer 
has been able to secure from the data on record: 

David McCarley, St., 1843 (charter member) 

David McCarley, Jr., 1843 {charter member) 

Robert Wardlaw, 1843 (charter member) 

Andrew J. Blakeley, 1854 

Alexander Bell, 1857 

John Beaty, 1857 

Elias B. McCarley, 1859 

A. L. McCarley, ia59 

A, S. McCarley, 1868 

R. R. Yeargan, 1869 

W. P. McCarley, 1874 

Frank Sharpe, 1879 

W. A. Yeargan, 1879 

R, A. Taylor, 1885 

J. W. McCarley, 1907 

D. H, McCarley, 1907 

E. C. Frazer, 1907 
H. M. Sharpe, 1901 
Joel D. Trammell, 1933 
W, D Sharpe, 1933 
BR. Frazer, 1933 

J. C Sharpe, 1936 
J A Trammell, 1948 
J. M. Spence, 1948. 

Deacons that have served the church are: 

B. R. Frazer 
J. C. Sharpe 
George H. Beaty 
J. A, Trammell 
J. M. Spence 
Clarence Sharpe 
John E. McCarley 
Frank McCarley 
James P. Trammel! 
J, Cal Sharpe was elected Deacon in 1915, in 
John B. Reily's ministry, before World War I. 

Thomas A. Beaty 
Ira 11. Smith 
Robert A, Beaty 
J. W McCarley 
11. M. Sharpe 
A. B, McCarley 
J . R. Taylor 
t). J, McCarley 
W. D. Sharpe 









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Historical Marker Dedicated 

This story originally appeared in 

The Columbus Ledger - Enquirer feature 

last Alabama TODAY 

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Dr. B. F. Frazer (L), Harry Rowe 


On Sunday, October IS, at 3 
p.m. (CUT) the third Ala- 
bama histurital marker will 
be dedicated in Chambers 

This marker, to be placed 
at the Lafayette Presbyterian 
church, is ■ joint project of 
the Lafayette church and the 
Valley Historical Society, The 
Presbyterian church paid for 
fhc- cost of the marker, which 
will be put in place by the 
Chambers County Comrnks- 
aan, directed by Commission- 
er Robert Gay. 

The marker reads, 

"The Lafayette Presbyteri- 
an Church 

organized 1631 

This structure built- by car- 
]jr settlers 

[root Virginia, Tennessee 
and tiie 

Carolines, and subsequently 

The original building has 
stood sinc'L' 


Union Sunday School be- 
gun here in 1691. 

Many eminent ministers 
have filled the 


Mrs. Cj. P. Slier, * long 
time member of the church, 
has written a history of the 
churci and the building. Her 
research shows that the lot 
was bought on June 29. 1839 
and deeded to the Elders of 
the Presbyterian church. The 
deed is signed by the Court 
House Commissioners, Thom- 
as Russell, Baxter Taylor 
and James Taylor. 

This church was built 
shortly alter thto dale but by 

deeding the building to the 
church Elders, it is believed 
that there wan an organized 
church congregation prior to 

The original building stands 
today with a few changes 
made over the 134 year*, A 
porch supported by lour large 
columns was originally across 
the front, Green blinds were 
at the windows and a while 
picket fence enclosed the lot. 
With the passing years, the 
porch was removed and in 
1891 a vestibule was built. 
The original doors, right and 
left, leading into the building, 
remain. The rare bell-shaped 
steeple, struck by lightning, 
remains undamaged. 

Same interior changes in* 
elude the removal of the 
choir loft at the rear. The 
hand-made pews placed in 
the church in 1B3S, are in use 
today. The blinds and the 
fence are gone and today the 
church standi alone on the 71 
by 200 foot lot. 

The Lafayette Presbyterian 
Church has known many out- 
standing ministers. These in- 
clude Dr. W, M. Morrison 
who came to Lafayette from 
Virginia just prior to the Civ- 
il War. Or. Morrison organ- 
ized the Presbyterian church 
at Oak Bowery and also 
served the New Harmony 
church, organized in 1838. 

Dr, Morrison left Lafayette 
to go as a missionary to 
the Belgian Congo and there 
met the great African minis- 
ter, Shepard. Dr. Morrison 
senl Dr. Shepard to the Unit- 
ed States to conduct a lecture 
And preaching tour to the Ne- 
gro churches. 

fn iRPi Or, Georpj R. 
Mcnlell of North Carolina 
came to the Lafayette church 
where be remained far » 
years, He wu also named as 

President of Lafayette Col- 
lege and organised the Union 
Sunday School, which met at 
the Lafayette Presbyterian 
church in the afternoons. 

Several of Dr. Mcneill's 
students entered the ministry. 
One was Dr. DeWitt Willis 
HollinRsworth and another was 
Dr. W Henry Frazer, who 
served as president of Bell 
Haven College in Jackson, 
Mississippi and Queens Col- 
lege in Charlotte. North Caro- 

Today, the church has only 

19 members and relies on 

Seminary ministers. 

The dedication speaker on 
October 19, the Rev. John 
Kuykendall, Presbyterian 

minister at Auburn Universi- 
ty and associate minister of 
the Auburn First tVesbyteri- 
an church, is the grand-son 
of Dr. Henry Frazer, who 

once filled the Lafayette pul- 

The Dedication program, 
which will Include many in- 
vited guests statewide.' will 
begin with a prelude by Mrs. 

A. G. Fraaer, followed by the 

Mrs. Hugh Smith, president 
of tlie Valley Historical Socie- 
ty, will extend greetings to 
the guests. 

Dr B. F. Fraier. Clerk of 
the Session, will give the wel- 
come and introduce the 

The marker will be unveiled 
by the Ruling Elders, A. G. 
Fxaier, Esten McCarley and 
Harry Row*, 

The public is invited to at- 
tend the ir.ariter d^dicaiian. 

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July 3, 1949 

The following is the account of 
the first Sharpe Reunion held at the 
Old Sharpe Home Place at White 
Plains in Chambers County, Ala- 
bama, as reported by The LaFay- 
ette Sun, July 3, 1949, entitled — 

On Sunday, July 3, 1949, the 
ten Sharpe boys, sons of the late 
James Monroe Sharpe and Lau- 
rella Milford Sharpe, and their 
families, met at the old home 
place and enjoyed an old-fash- 
ioned family reunion, with John 
C. Sharpe, number nine in the 
line-up, as host. 

Dinner was served on Saturday 
to early-comers, followed by 
watermelon-cutting and yarn- 
swapping around the barbecue pit 
at night, that lasted 'til the wee 
hours in the morning. Sunday 
morning, they attended church 
services in a group at the Presby- 
terian Church at Lebanon, filling 
the little old church to its capaci- 
ty, .and heard Rev. Hugh Linton 
deliver a fine sermon on John 

After the sermon, a memorial 
service was held at the cemetery 
by the grave-side of Father and 

Mother. At 12:30, a barbecue 
dinner with all the trimmings 
was served in the grove near the 
old home. After dinner, speeches 
and talks were made by County 
Agent E. L. Stewart; Rev. A. C 
Dollar, Pastor of the Christian 
Church at Langdale; Rev. Hugh 
Linton, Pastor of Lebanon Pres- 
byterian Church; Emmett Farring- 
ton. Assistant County Agent from 
Heflin, Alabama; Alva Webb, 
S.C.S, Technician, Talladega, Ala- 
bama; Raymond Sharpe of Anda- 
lusia, Alabama; E C< Sharpe of 
Arcadia, Florida; Alvin Milford 
of LaFayette, Alabama; Hervy 
Sharpe of Clewiston, Florida; and 
William Sharpe, Recreational Di- 
rector from Charleston, South 

Pictures were made of the entire 
group, as wel] as individual 
groups, by Charles Spence, Jr. 
While some enjoyed trips through 
the woods and pastures, and 
down by the old pond, others 
enjoyed a hit-and-run ball game 
back of the barn, which brought 
back memories of the days when 
we had a ball team of our own, 

and one left over for a pinch 

The day was closed with a roof- 
raising hymn-singing at the home 
of the J. C. Sharpes. After the sing- 
ing, a meeting was held by the 
heads of the Ten Tribes, in which 
J. C. Sharpe was elected Chair- 
man, and Peggy Sharpe was elect- 
ed Secretary. A unanimous vote 
was taken to meet on the first 
Sunday in July of each year. After 
singing *'Cod Be With You Till 
We Meet Again," the first Sharpe 
Reunion came to a close. 

Of the ten sons and their fam- 
ilies enjoying this occasion were 
H. M. Sharpe, Birmingham, Ala- 
bama; E. C. Sharpe, Arcadia, Flor- 
ida; W. H. Sharpe, Clanton, Ala- 
bama; A. J. Sharpe, LaFayette, 
Alabama; W. D. Sharpe, LaFay- 
ette, Alabama; J. O. Sharpe, Mont- 
gomery, Alabama; J. W. Sharpe,, Alabama, J. C. Sharpe, 
LaFayette, Alabama; and M. II. 
Sharpe, Bushnell, Florida. The 
only brother not in attendance 
was R. B\ Sharpe, Tampa, Flori- 
da, who was unable to come due 
to ill health. 


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Patricia Jane 

Margaret Lemerle (Peggy) 


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Mother Aiken Sharpy 

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12 December 1932 

24 February 1954 

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Henry Gerald Rodgers 

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Martha and Bill Clough 

Dr. Joe Edwin Low and wife, Anita 

Jonathan and Beverly 



As we review the year, our thoughts turn to you friends and relatives who bountifully enrich our lives. 

Edwin started the year in the hospital, had a laminectomy with great benefit, and went back to work, 
Neblett Clinic and Canyon have been good for him. 

Anita kept her pledge to work with art (mainly copper enamels), writing, college students, and home. 

A group of 10, of which we were part, toured Israel and Turkey in June, making the Bible and history more 
alive than ever. We have been unable to satisfy our reading appetite since coming home. 

After a summer working for the Recreation Department in Amarillo, Jonathan married Beverly Saul in 
August and became father to AAelissa and Tiffany {four and two). They are happily living in Louisville and he 
continues studying social work; she has the seminary wife's traditional two jobs. 

Martha thinks teaching and taking English at the University of Houston was meant for her. Bill (Clough) is 
very happily photographing for The Houston Chronicle. 

David worked at scout camp again thissummer. He has justsurvived his first semester as a "fish" at Texas 
A&AAand likes it very much. He is looking carefully at engineering. 

Rachel did youth work In Peru this summer. Now she is ready for her final semester here af WT r which will 
consist mainly of practice teaching, She is wearing David Harmon's engagement ring, and plans to be married 
following graduation next May. 


Department of Physics 

1960 March 14 
John Calvin Sharpe 
Spring Lakes Playgrounds 
LaFayette R, 2, Alabama 

Dear Cousin John: 

It was good to hear from you about the Henry Sharpe side of the Sharpe 
family I am indeed the grandson of John Sharp of Tampa, although I have 
never before seen the name spelled with an "e" on the end. He ran an 
important real estate office in Tampa in the early 1900 's, and he did not have 
the "e" on his letterheads as 1 remember it, although I would have to 
look in my family files to make sure, I believe there is no doubt, however, that 
he is your grandfather's brother, because my mother cut out clippings and 
exchanged them with halfbrothers Gresham in Texas, about Uncle John, or 
was it Jack, who was the last surviver of the battle of the Monitor and the 

I enclose the genealogical table of John Sharp's descendants, I believe 
it is complete and that the dates I have given are right within a couple of 
years. I believe my two boys and Preston Biglow, Jr., and Katherine Wheeler 
are his only great-grandchildren. If you are interested in more precise 
dates, I could spend a day sometime looking them up, as 1 have in my 
storage closet extensive files, letters and Bible-genealogies on the family in 
Tampa, from 1880 to 1930, which was about the time I left Tampa. 

I would very much appreciate it if you could send me a genealogical 
table for the rest of the Sharpe elan, and any other written material you have 
prepared. I am especially interested in the Civil War and would like 
to know something about what the various Sharpes did in it. I don't know of 
any tiling very dramatic on the John Sharp side. Wheeler was in advertising 
in St. Petersburg I think; both Bi glows, like their father, work for the 
government. The Platts were well-known in Tampa, and there is a Piatt 
Street and a Piatt Lake, where my Aunt Mattie Piatt Robles still lives. 1 have 
a Piatt cousin in N. C. and some Piatt Turner cousins in St, Petersburg. My 
mother taught me at home and I finished Northwestern University at the 
age of 17 and got a Ph.D. at Michigan at 22, and have been a Professor of 
Physics here for 15 years. That's about all. Wish 1 could come see your 
reunion this summer, but doubt if I can make it. 

Thanks again for writing. 

John R. Piatt 



With a record-breaking attendance of 180, the 
Sharpe Family celebrated its twenty second annual 
Reunion the first week in July 1970. As we head 
into the year 1972 T and the twenty-fourth Annual 
Reunion, we are showing a better than 100S gain 
over the first Reunion of 85 in the year of 1949, 
which is ample proof of the success of the project, 
not only in our own family, but in 75 other families 
who could boast of a like record as well. With many 
of these families having their beginning the same 
year as we did, it would be interesting to know the 
enumerable pages of history they would fill cover- 
ing the last 24 years, not to mention the tons of 
delicious food and drinks we have enjoyed. As for 
me, I can say, as in the twenty-third Psalm, "My 
Cup Runneth Over." 

Twelve states were represented at this annual 
gathering at Sharpe's Playground, near White Plains, 
Alabama, Croups enjoyed the various activities 
available, such as softball games, golf tournaments, 
and shuffleboard. Pictures were also made of the 
weekend's activities- 

On Saturday night, a grilled steak supper was 
served following the invocation by Jack Sharpe, On 
Sunday, basket lunches were brought and spread 
on tables prepared for such occasions, with Engman 
Sorrell offering die invocation. Gifts were presented 
to J. C. Sharpe of White Plains, and M. H. Sharpe 
of Bushnell, Florida; the gifts were attractive photo 
albums. Compacts were presented to Mrs. Rufus 
Sharpe, Mrs. W. D. Sharpe, Mrs. J. W. Sharpe Sr., 
Mrs. M. H. Sharpe and Mrs. J. C. Sharpe. A guest 
register was also given, to be left at the playground. 
Mr. and Mrs. William Sharpe of Tallahassee, Flori- 
da, were In charge of the arrangements for the 

Those attending were as loilows: 

Miss Leila Mae Sharpe, Anniston, Ala. 
Mr. and Mrs. Jim Farley, Birmingham. Ala. 
Mrs. Henrietta Acker & Mary Ann, Huntsville, Ala. 
Mr. and Mrs. Carlos Sharpe, Arcadia, Fla. 
Mr. and Mrs. Alva Webb, Sr., and Linda of 

Gadsden, Ala. 
Maj. and Mrs. Huford Sharpe, Ronnie, Debbie 

and Sherry of Scott Air Force Base, III. 
Mr. and Mrs. Bill White, Panama City, Fla. 
Jimmy Sharpe of Corona, Calif. 
Alva Webb, jr., of Auburn, Ala. 
Mr, and VI rs, Donnie Sharpe of Jackson, Miss. 
Mr, and Mrs, Bob Sharpe, Celeste and Lori b of 

Enterprtsd Ala. 

Mr. whI Mr*. RnsKtill Smith iirld Karpii (it 

Atlanta, Ga. 
Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Sharp*, Evergreen, Ala. 
Mr. and Mrs, Frank Smith, Huguley, Ala. 
Mr, and Mrs, Ted Talley. Renee and Etna, 

Lanctt. Ala, 

Mr and Mrs. Clarence Shan**. W Gary ui 

I^Cracige, G;i. 
Danny Langford, Milltown, Ala. 
Mr, and Mrs, J. E. McCarlcy, LaFayette, Ala, 
Mr and Mrs, Cecil Casidy, Elaine and Judy, 

Ddnad. Fla 
Mr, and Mrs, Eniiiutt Fairington, Hefhii. Ala, 
Mr and Mrs. Jack Dwter and Jack. Jr.. of Loris. S.C ■ 
Mr, and Mrs, Phillip Sharpe, Tara, Judy and 

Holly, of Burnsville, Minn- 
Mr and Mrs. Joe Davit, Patsy and Brenda, 

Pi ti li i:.. Ala. 
Mr. and Mm. M. H. Sharpe, Cindy and Derek Hall. 
Mr. and Mrs. Dale Swain, 
Mr. and Mrs. Earl Swain and Peggy, of 

Bushnell. Fla. 
Mr, and Mrs, Dick Binger, Candy and Jill, 
Mr and Mrs, Bill Sharpe and Jonny. and 
Miss Jane StrawbinKer of Tallahassee, Fla- 
Mr and Mrs. Albert Sharpe and Donna Sue, 
Mr and Mrs. Garland Odum, Gary and Jeffery, 
Mr. and Mrs- Frank Mario, Keth, Fay and Kim, of 

Andalusia, Ala. 
Mr. and Mrs. Mat John, 
Mr. and Mrs. Danny Mithviii, Laura arid Bill, of 

Crossville, Twin. 
Mr. and Mrs. Donald Sharpe and Deana, 
Mr. and Mrs. Dug Sharpe, 
Mr, and Mrs, Monroe Sharpe, Joy. Kenneth and 

Lary, and 
Miss Judy Seller* of Qpelika, Ala- 
Mr and Mrs. Bruce McCarthy, Sr., Bruce, Jr., 

Carla and I Jxa, 
Rev. and Mrs. Jack Sharpe, and Granddaughter, 

Stephanie Peek, 
Russell Larson, Jr., 
Carl Ernest, 
Mr and Mrs. Gary Lane, and Karen, of 

Langdale, Ala. 
Mr and Mrs. Vernon Sharpe. 
Mr, and Mrs. Charles Bell and Tia, 
Miss Debbie Doster, and 
Andy Sharp** «f Tiiskrgee, Ala- 
Mr- and Mrs. Pearson Fuller, Buddy and Hill, ami 
Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Sharpe, I jiFayetle, Ala. 
Mr. and Mrs. Gerry Kndgers, Martha Jane, Jim 

and Gerry, Jr., and 
Fit/ Flt7.]>atriek t of Montgomery, Ala. 
Roger Westiall, 
Mrs. George Wright, Chuck, Handy and Gary, of 

Hampton, Va. 
Mrs Maxine Wheeler 
Mrs Rufus Sharpe. ami 
Miss Danice Wheeler, of Tampa, Fla. 
Mr and Mrs. Alvin Waller and Susan, 
Miss Patty Carlton, 
Miss Donna Allen, and 
Miss Lynn Oquinn, of Hawthorne, Fla. 
Mr, and Mrs. Engman Sorrell and Jeanne, uirI 
Mr and Mrs, J. C. Sharpe. of White Plains. Ala. 
Mrs J, W, Sharpe, Sr,, 
Mr, and Mrs. Steve McCarthy, 
Mr and Mrs. Jasper Sharpe, Jr., 
Mr and Mrs. Bobby Perrytnan, 
Miss Susan l^anderdale, 

Mr. tod Mr. Drmnie Iauderdnle stini Chris, 
Mr. and Mrs. Harold Lauderdale, 
Mr. and Mrs. Keth Sharpe and Beth, 
Mr. and Mrs. Tommy Sharpe, Wanda, Kaye and 

Mr, and Mrs, John Andrcascn, 
Mr, and Mrs. Charles C Harris, Billy Nancy and Jenny 

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Samuel Sharpe 
J. F. Sharpe 
William Daniel Sharpe 
William Henry Sharpe 
Andrew Jackson Sharpe 
George Sharpe 
Hiram T. Sharpe 
William F, Abernathy 
Webster II. Sharpe 
J . Calvin Sharpe 
J. Milford Sharpe 
George Wright 
Emmctt Farrington 
Vernon Sharpe 
Donald Sharpe 
Alva T. Webb 
Monroe Sharpe? 
B ii ford Sharpe 
Danny Methvin 
Jasper Sharpe 
Tommy Sharpe 
Phillip Sharpe 
William J. Sharpe 
Dick Dinger 
Pearson Fuller 
Bobby Perryman 
Dudley C. Sharpe 
U.S. Grant Sharpe 
Wjnston Burt 
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Private John Calvin Sharpe 





A Private's Eye View 

My entire military experience could be divided 
into four time zones as far as my "Remember 
Whens" are concerned: first of all the things I 
learned and the people 1 met at Camp Gordon; 
second, my trip across the Atlantic to England 
and then to France; third, my experiences in combat; 
and fourth, my furlough and return home. 

The 82nd Division was assembled, beginning 
August 25, 1917, at Camp Gordon (fourteen miles 
from Atlanta, Georgia), under the command of Major 
General Ebcn Swift, N. A. The Chief of Staff was 
Lieutenant Colonel Preston Brown. Over one-third 
of the majors, and all higher officers, were from the 
Regular Army. With a few exceptions, the remain- 
ing officers were graduates of the First Officers 
Training Camp at Fort McPherson,, and came from 
Alabama, Georgia and Florida. 

After a week of organizing the officers, the first 
draftees were received from Alabama, Georgia and 
Tennessee, together with a few non-commissioned 
officers from the 6th and 17th Infantry Regiments. 
After the first six weeks of training, the entire 
personnel of enlisted men were transformed to 

Southern National Guard units, and we received 
in return a flood of replacements from Camps 
Devens, Dix, Upton, Lee and Meade. By November 
1, 1917, 2S,000 men had entered Camp Gordon, 
including the 157th Depot Brigade. Many of these 
men were of foreign birth, and could neither speak 
nor understand the common tongue. Many con- 
fessed enemy aliens were transferred to the Depot 
Brigade where special classes were set up for edu- 
cational training. 

In March, 1918, 5000 replacements came from 
Camps Dodge, Travis, Devens, Gordon and Upton, 
and the second-draft men from Alabama, Georgia 
and Tennessee. Over 1400 enemy aliens were dis- 
charged by War Department Order, On November 
24, 1917, General Swift was ordered overseas, 
and Brigadier General James B. Erwin assumed 
command of the Division. General Erwin was trans- 
ferred to command at Chickamauga Park on 
December 26, 1917, and Brigadier General William 
P. Bumham succeeded. General Burnham received 
his promotion to the rank of major general on 
April 12, 1918. 

Men of the 82nd Division • Camp Gordon - Atlanta, Georgia - 1917 



Two features of the early training during General 
Swift's command will always be remembered by the 
troops: the emphasis upon road marching, and 
organization singing. 

The first week in March we were issued the 1917 
Fddystone rifle. After a hard day's work of removing 
the heavy coating of grease from it, we had the 
privilege of hearing it crack for the first time, 
after a long road hike to the Divisional Rifle Range 
at Noreross, Georgia, We spent three days in camp, 
alternating from firing live ammunition from the 
parapet, to making targets in the pits, thus gaining 
the experience of lead flying over one's head, 

A big part of our off-duty time was spent by the 
boys getting together at the YMCA, listening to 
talks by the Y men, writing home and talking to 
boys from other states:. We even organized a Sunday 
School, and held prayer meetings in the barracks, 
believe it or not. When our Company was quaran- 

tined against spinal meningitis for two weeks, the 
YMCA loaned us song books to use in the barracks 
at night. One night when we were having a prayer 
meeting up at one end of the barracks, some of the 
boys had a crap game going down at the other end. 
When our prayer meeting was over, I picked up a 
pocket Testament, walked down to where they were, 
opened the Testament and pushed it out on the floor 
where they were rolling dice. After a moment's 
hesitation, one of the boys slowly reached over 
and gently pulled it back. I picked it up and walked 
back to the other end of the barracks. 

It was during this two weeks of quarantine in our 
barracks at 22nd Batallion that 1 had my first, and 
only, experience with boxing. The YMCA furnished 
the gloves to help pass off the time. I remember 
getting quite a thrill from the first few matches, 
but when I was matched with a big left-handed 
fellow, by the name of Red Rollins of Mobile, I 

Mail from home • Camp Gordon - 1917 

Private "Cal" at Camp Gordon - 1917 


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couldn't seem to learn to watch that left hand, AftcT 
quite a scrap, I emerged with a skinned nose* and 
thereafter left boxing to the other fellow. These two 
weeks were also taken up by the study of the Pri- 
vate's first task in the Army, that of learning the 
General Orders, About all I remember is: "To walk 
my post in a military manner, observing everything 
within sight or hearing, and to repeat all orders 
more distance from the Guard House than my own. 
To allow no one to commit a nuisance on or near my 
post" And last, but not least, '"To salute all offi- 
cers" because if you didn't, you were certain to be 
jacked up by some "ninety-day wonder," and have 
to answer that most humiliating question, "How 
long have you been in the Army?" with your answer 
"Two weeks, sir;" then followed the Gettysburg 
Address, and finally, "You may salute, and walk 

One other item of which there was mo shortage 
around Camp Gordon, was band music. When the 
band was not playing in camp, they were prac- 
ticing in the woodlands for miles around the camp, 
and any hour in the day you could hear buglers 
blowing Reveille, Retreat and Taps, The woods 
were alive with buglers, and the birds didn't have 
a chance. Group singing was the life of all hikes out 
into the rural areas, and nothing I enjoyed better 
than those hikes out in the country, through the 
farm sections of Georgia, observing farmers clearing 
land, plowing the gardens, feeding chickens, milk- 
ing cows and mending fences, All of this made me 
a little bit homesick, but at the same time helped to 
keep alive my fondest hopes, and enabled me to 
say "His yoke is easy, my burden is light." 

Buck in camp, we always found a ready welcome 
from old Dr. Dobbins, head Chaplain at the "Big 
YMCA" at the north end of the camp. He led the 
group singing for services on Sunday morning. 
Often he had nationally known leaders as guest 
speakers, such as Ma Sunday, a very forceful speak- 
er and interesting lecturer. Her famous husband, the 
Rev. Billy Sunday, was then speaking at the Taber- 
nacle in Adanta, where I heard him the next 
Saturday, after obtaining a weekend pass to the 
Georgia city. 

Some of the other famous men who visited the 
camp were ex-President Howard Taft, a very in- 
teresting character as well as speaker, especially 
his hearty laugh that shook him from head to foot. 
Also we had the privilege of hearing Secretary of 
War, Newton D, Baker, a very small man, but with 
plenty of life. He inspected the Base Hospital 
when 1 was there for 21 days with the mumps, 

Being in the hospital was considered a rare privi- 
lege, as well as rest from army routine. Since I 
had no pain, my appetite was good and the food w r as 
excellent, I enjoyed my stay there, This was in 
March, and the weather was warm and sunny. We 
had plenty of time to write, read and listen to good 
music from the old gramophone playing "In The 
Valley of the Moon." For the first time I had the 
privilege of playing a small portable organ at 
Sunday morning worship services conducted in our 
ward by our Chaplain. Time went by fast. My bed- 
fellow in the next cot was a railroad fireman from 
Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, and 1 remember that he 
didn't think jack Dernpsy would get very far in 

boxing, but he went on to the top later. 

When I returned to the Company as being O. K., I 

found Higgins and Adcock working in trenches, 
building wood paneling for walls, almost making a 

Two other very important features of camp life 
were the Canteens, where the soldiers could buy 
many items such as tobacco and candies, along with 
many other things carried in stores. The other fea- 
ture was the Parade Ground, where all of the 
soldiers in camp could be seen at one time. Many 
and various parades and drills were carried out; 
one command given by the Division Commander 
could be heard repeated by the Department 
Commanders all the way down to the Company 
Commanders. Our greatest parade, just before leav- 
ing camp for overseas, was our parade in Atlanta, 
where we were reviewed by Gov. Hugh Dorsey of 
Georgia. After hiking 14 miles on Friday, we 
camped in Grant Park for the night, paraded on 
Saturday through Atlanta, and camped that night 
at Emory University Park. A city hydrant was turned 
on, and we washed our feet in the water as it rushed 
down the futter by the sidewalk, a wonderful tonic 
to our tired feet. On Monday, we hiked back to 
Camp Cordon, after a wonderful reception by the 

people of Atlanta. 
Soon after Secretary of War Baker's inspection of 

the camp, his report of the 82nd Division was suffi- 
ciently favorable to make it the second National 
Army Division to leave the United States. 

The Division Headquarters left Camp Gordon on 
April 10, 1918, for Camp Upton on Long Island, 
New York, the point selected for embarkation. Other 
units followed at the rate of two battalions per day. 
The Division Headquarters sailed from New York 
City on April 25, arriving in Liverpool on May 7, 
and proceeding by battalions to the Winchester area, 
where, after three days of rest and training, the 
325th Infantry paraded in London on May 11, 1918, 



The lucky 325th Infantry, on passing through 
London enroute to the battlefields of France, were 
reviewed by the King of England in the presence 
of a large London crowd- This visit of the 325th 
Infantry is of special historical significance because 
it offered the English their first glimpse of the 
American New Army. It is, therefore, most interest- 
ing to preserve at length the picturesque comment 
of The Times of London. 

The war has given London many 
scenes, some gay, some grave, but 
few have surpassed yesterday's, 
when three thousand soldiers of 
Republican America marched 
through the capital to parade be- 
fore the Sovereign Ruler of the 
British Empire, 

In brilliant sunshine between 
serried ranks of cheering citizens, 
these sturdy sons of the New 
World tramped to the throbbing 
call of the drums. Very work- 
manlike they looked carrying 
their full kit; very happy they 
looked as they took the salute 
of their own Ambassador in 
Grosvenor Square; very proud 
they were as they marched past 
the great white statue of Queen 
Victoria, and saw the King of 
England raise his hand to the 
Star Spangled Banner that sym- 
bolic etl their homeland. 

It was a wonderful sight, that 
visible union of the two great 
English -speaking races. The King 
arid his Queen with their Court 
stood at the Palace Gates; their 
subjects swarmed on every van- 
tage point, and cheered; each 
with their racial characteristics, 
each united by one common aim, 
all impelled by call of the drum. 
The First Greeting 

From early morning Londoners 
had waited to pay homage to 
the men from across the ocean, 
the "Sammies" as they familiarly 
called them; a name, by the way, 

which, if 1 remember rightly, was 
first suggested by Mr. Paul Der- 
rick in The Sunday Times. The first 
contingent arrived at Waterloo Sta- 
tion shortly before eight o'clock, 
and by half past nine the York 
Road approach was dense with a 
cheering crowd that gave the men 
their First intimation of the 
warmth of the greeting that 
awaited them. 

With an admiring escort of 
civilians, they swung down the 
road to Wellington Barracks, 
where with the camaraderie that 
seems to be the birthright of the 
fighter, they were soon in laugh- 
ing converse with British Tom- 
mies, many of whom were present 
wearing hospital blue. It was 
strange to stand in Birdcage Walk 
and sec, behind the railings, not 
the familiar scarlet of the Guards 
of pre-war days, not the flat- 
topped cap and close-belted 
khaki dress of wartime, but the 
somewhat exotic-looking head- 
dress and canvas leggings that 
one hud usually seen before only 
on the film. 

rail they were, clean-shaven, 
almost to a man; and their speech 
betrayed them. Yet even among 
themselves it was not difficult to 
pick out the slow Southern drawl 
from the clipped speech of the 
Yankee, while the distinctive 
profile of the North American 
Indian was the hallmark of many 

Every state in the Union had its 
representative, for these were 
not men of the Regular Army, 
such as had come across twelve 
months ago with General Persh- 
ing; they were the vanguard of 
the New Army, that almost num- 
berless force which America was 
raising to crush forever the evil 
spirit of Prussian militarism. 
The Heart of London 

Suddenly as we stood chatting, 
exchanging ideas and the inevit- 
able souvenirs, the bugle called 
out a shrill and clear "Attention. 1 " 
A few moments of waiting as the 
bands took up positions, the 
Americans* own band at the head 
of the long column, the drums 
and pipes of the Scots Guards to 
lead the second battalion, the 
band of the Irish Guards and the 
drums and fifes of the Grenadiers 
with the third battalion, and then 
the procession swept through the 
gates to the long-rolling accom- 
paniment of deep-throated British 

London in springtime, especial- 
ly in the Park, is very beautiful; 
and so thought many of our visi- 
tors yesterday, judging by their 
faces as they gazed from the 
enthusiastic spectators to the 
cloud-flecked blue sky, the tender 
greenery of the trees, the lilacs 
and bluebells and nodding nar- 
cissi. So they marched to the 
Horse Guards, past the Salaman- 
ca Gun beneath the historic 



Soldiers of the United States, the people of the British Isles welcome you on your way to take your stand 
beside the Armies of many nations now fighting in the old world the great battles for human freedom. The 
Allies will gain new heart and spirit in your company. I wish I could shake the hand of each one of you, 
and bid you Godspeed on your mission. 

May, 1918. 

George R. I. 

window, whence an English King 
stepped to the scaffold, and on to 
the War Office. Here the crowd 
was even more dense and more 
enthusiastic, for on the balcony 
stood England's Prime Minister, 
Mr. Balfour, and Mr. Bonar Law, 
Sir Eric Geddes, Sir Rosslyn 
Wemyss, and other famous men; 
and above their heads fluttered 
"Old Glory." Thence through 
Clubland and Piccadilly and on 
to the one bit of American soil in 
London, the Embassy in Grosve- 
oor Gardens. 
A Veteran's Pride 

Here stood Dr. Page, hat in 
hand, with Vice-Admiral Sims on 
the one side, and General Slocum 
on the other "Eyes Right" ran 
the order down the line, and the 
strains of "John Brown's Body" 
were well-nigh drowned in the 
roar of cheers that seemed never- 
ending. One little incident here 
was worth much to a handful of 
old men who marched gallantly 
beneath a banner inscribed: "Not 
for ourselves, but for our Country." 
They were veterans of the Civil 
War, and as they came abreast of 
the trio on the Embassy steps, all 
America, as symbolized by those 
three men, paid them homage. 

And the white-haired veterans 
who brought up the rear, pluckily 
marching on by sheer will power, 
each put new vigor into his step 
and carried his miniature Stars 
and Stripes even more proudly. 

As the column neared the Pal- 
ace the crowd grew thicker. Army 
Khaki, Naval serge, hospital blue 
and civilian drab, all mingled with 
light and airy feminine frocks, 
and cheered the marching men. 

The Victoria Memorial was 
surrounded many ranks deep with 
a loyal tlirong that waited patient- 
ly for the coming of the King. At 
first they feared he might watch 
the parade from inside the fore- 
court, but shortly before the 
Americans w r ere due, a Guard of 
Honour of the Grenadiers, accom- 
panied by the band, and carrying 
the Colours, took up a position 
facing the main gates. 
The Royal Party 

And then the King was seen, 
walking across the forecourt and 
accompanied by Queen Mary and 
the Queen Mother. His Majesty 
wore a Field Marshal's uniform, 
as did the Duke of Connaught. 
There were also present in the 
Royal Party Princess Beatrice, 
Price Arthur of Connaught, in mil- 
itary uniform, Princess Alexan- 
dra of Connaught, the little son of 
the Prince and Princess, and the 
various ladies and gentlemen of 
the respective suites. These in- 
cluded Countess Fortescue, Sir 
Charles Cust, R. N., Sir Derek 
Keppel, Mr. Charles Fitzwilliam, 
the Earl of Pembroke, Lieutenant 
General Sir Francis Lloyd, Com- 
manding the London District, Sir 
Arther Davidson, Sir Henry Streat- 

field, the Honorable Henry Ston- 
cr, the Honorable Charlotte 
Knollys, General the Right Honor- 
able Sir Dighton Probyn, V. C, 
and Sir Malcolm Murry. 

As they waited for the parade, 
the King chatted animatedly with 
General John Biddle, in command 
of the American troops, who pre- 
sented to him a number of staff 

A number of specially invited 
guests were present also. These 
included Lord Francis Scott, a 
wounded officer, Lord Wimborne 
(who had just previously been 
received by the King on sur- 
rendering the office of Lord 
Lieutenant of Ireland), repre- 
sentatives of the Diplomatic 
Corps, and a number of wounded 

The steady roll of distant cheer- 
ing grew louder, and soon the 
head of the column was seen 
approaching. The gates of the 
forecourt were thrown open, and, 
to the frantic delight of the hun- 
dreds of fortunate spectators in 
the vicinity, the King and Queen 
and their entourage stepped out 
into the roadway to greet the 
American contingent. 
Symbol of Unity 

With a swing and a clash and a 
roar of cheering they marched up, 
steadily tramping onward, the 
manhood of the free Republic sa- 
luting the ruler of the free Empire, 
and receiving in return the salute 


of the King and Emperor. Lon- 
doners have witnessed many pag- 
eants on this historic spot; they 
have watched the incomings and 
outgoings of foreign sovereigns, 
the gorgeous pageants of crown- 
ings, and the stately trappings of 
death; but yesterdays setting 
was something even greater than 
these* It was a symbol of unity , 
of the final healing of an old and 
well-nigh-forgotten wound. 

And that instinctive courtesy 
which is ever present with English 
Royalty, was noticeable as the 
King beckoned Colonel Whitman, 
commanding the Regiment, to 
break away from the column and 
take up his position beside him, 
while his men marched past. 
King and Officers 

As the Commanding Officer of 
each battalion reached the salut- 
ing point, he, too, broke away, 
and was presented to the King, 
who shook hands with each of 
them. They were Lieutenant Colo- 

nel Wagner, Major Peiree, Major 
Hawkins and Captain Batty. The 
Americans marched somewhat 
more stiffly than our own lads, 
but exceedingly well, and made 
not only a very excellent show, 
but a very good impression on all 

The King warmly complimented 
General Biddle and Colonel Whit- 
man on the general bearing of 
the troops, and told them how 
very pleased he was to see so fine a 
sample of the forces which Ameri- 
ca is sending to aid the Allied 

And so the Americans saw the 
King. As they marched back to 
barracks, they were full of the 
glamour of it all. Officers and 
men alike were delighted with the 
cordiality of their reception and 
spoke enthusiastically of the Lon- 
doners who had received them so 
handsomely. Nor was it only Lon- 
doners that greeted their American 

cousins in the presence of the 
King. Men from almost every part 
of the Empire were there, and 
representatives of all the Allies. 
One saw the slouch hat of the 
Australian and the Baden-Powell 
of the New Zealander; the gor- 
geous turban of an Indian officer 
and the Kepi of a French infan- 
tryman; the tasselled cap of a 
Belgian, and the flowing cape of 
an Italian. And gorgeous in their 
scarlet and gold uniforms, with 
bayonets glinting in the sunlight, 
their imperishable colours droop- 
ing in the still air, the Guard of 
Honour of the Grenadier Guards 
reminded us of the pageants that 
were in the days before the war. 
Thus England greeted America, 
and America, realizing more than 
ever the meaning of cousinship, 
will send many more such troops 
as these we saw here yesterday, 
to fight for freedom and justice 
and peace, and trinity that holds 
them fast, forever more. 


What can you see and do in a one-day trip to the great City of London? 
1. See the City itself, and the immense area that it covers. 

2. Parade before the King, with the proud feeling of being an American. 

3. View Buckingham Palace for the first time, with its masses of interesting people. 

4. Witness the Changing of the Kings Guards, with their "snappy" performance. 

5. Walk across the famous London Bridge, with a grand view of the Parliament Building, Big Ben in 
Westminster clock tower (installed in 1856, weight 13K tons), and the Thames River, with its 
hundreds of motor and excursion boats of every size and color. 

6- Visit the famous Westminster Abbey, with its historical background. 

7. And last, but not least of the "Seven Wonders of London," being honored with a sumptuous 
banquet, given by the Kings Guards at Wellington Barracks. Headquarters of the King's Guards. 
For refreshments, each member of the 325th Regiment was issued a small brown jug of beer; but 
since I was not a beer drinker, some of my buddies got that; same way with my Bull Durham and 
someone always had a chocolate bar to swap with me. So, was it a King for a Day, or was it a 
Daniel for a Day? 




After spending one grand day in London, and 
being treated so nicely by so many, it will be long 
remembered as a mountain top experience of rny 
military service. Coming as it did, when we could 
look across the English Channel, everyone knew 
there were valley experiences ahead of us, since 
there is no other way from a mountaintop except 
down. Within our choosing, we came down, deter- 
mined to make the best of it. 

Taking the train in London, we headed south to 
Winchester where we (the 325th Infantry) rejoined 
the 82nd Division. Detraining, we had a two-mile 
hike with full packs, on a very warm 11th day in 
May, and being the evening following the long 
parade in London, the two miles was one mile too 
many. Also, it had only been two days since the 
two weeks' boat trip and seasickness, which left 
everybody a little below par. To add insult to injury, 
we had just learned the hard way, that the English 
pass to the left, and we had almost been run over by 
everything and everyone we met. 

After getting a good night's sleep, and rest the 
next day, which was Sunday, we spent some time 
at the YMCA writing. 

Early Monday morning we entrained for South- 
hampton through Birmingham, England, which we 
found, too, quite a city. Reaching Southhampton late 
in the evening, we took a boat for night crossing of 
the channel. Packed in the boat like sardines, it 
was bound to be one of the most sociable boats Fd 
ever been on. Everybody was so close together. To 
avoid confusion, nobody was allowed to remove his 
pack. Some of the boys said, "Should the boat be 
torpedoed on the way across, don't worry about 
sinking. We're all hooked together with our pack 
straps and belt buckles." 

On arrival in France on May 16, the 82nd Division 
Headquarters opened in Escarbotin, France on the 
Sonnne and Lagny sectors. The troops were held at 
LeHarve only long enough to exchange U. S. 1917 
rifles for British rifles, and receive helmets and 
gas masks, when they proceeded by rail to the 
British training area adjoining Escarbotin, All units 
were billeted over a considerable area, comprising 
numerous villages west of Abbeville. Our troops 
started upon an intensive program of training under 
the supervision of the 68th British Division, Major 
General Bethel commanding. 

The Infantry r was completely equipped with Lewis 
automatic rifles, and the machine gun units with 
Vickers machine guns. The 37 mm. and 3 inch 
Stokes mortar platoons received their weapons and 
other materials. British horse-transport was issued 
to all battalions. 

Other American divisions swiftly followed to the 
various training areas behind the British front, 
until ten American divisions were assembled in 
British support. Many of our officers, as well as 
non-commissioned officers, attended schools. A 
British demonstration platoon illustrated the 
British idea of bayonet fighting, the attack, cere- 
monies, close order drill and physical training 
games. The countryside echoed savage shouts of 
"In-Out On Guard." Our troops assimilated those 
features which appealed to them, especially the 
games and method of bayonet fighting, and applied 
themselves to mastering the Lee-Endfield rifle, the 
Lewis automatic rifle and the Vickers machine gun. 
On May 28, 1918, the Division was inspected by 
Field Marshal Sir Douglas Haig, who talked at 
length with many company commanders, and con- 
cluded with an inspection of company kitchens. 
On May 30, the Division was informally inspected 
by General John J, Pershing, and the troops were 
required to demonstrate various features of their 

The battalions were moved each week to a dif- 
ferent town in the area, to afford practice in road 
marches, and to test the possibilities of their new 
Early in June, details of officers and non-commis- 
sioned officers were guests of British front-line 
units in the new trenches before Albert and Amiens, 
where the lines were becoming newly established 
after the upheaval which followed the successful 
enemy offensive of March 21, 1918. It was during 
one of these tours of duty that Captain Jewett 
Williams, 326th Infantry, was killed, June 9, 1918, 
the first casualty in action from the 82nd Division. 
It was generally assumed by both British and Amer- 
ican officers that the American battalions were to be 
attached immediately to British brigades, and share 
the honors and burdens of redeeming the lost 
battlefields of Picardy. This assumption was sud- 
denly overturned by an order entraining the Divi- 
sion for a destination near Toul, The Lee- Enfield 

rifles to which the troops had just become accus- 
tomed, and the Lewis automatic rifles and Vickers 
machine guns, were turned back to the British, 
and the U. S, 1917 Eddy stone rifles were reissued. 
The train movement began June 16, 1918, and 
lasted two full days. 

The Division occupied towns and villages north 
of Toul, and once again addressed itself to the 

task of obtaining and mastering new weapons. 

The Infantry received Chauchot automatic rifles, 
and machine gun companies were equipped with the 
French 8 mm. Hotchkiss machine guns. At this time 
all units of the Division, except the 157th Field 
Artillery Brigade, joined the command. The artil- 
lery, however, remained in training at LaCourtine, 


Dear Mother — 

I wonder how you are by this time, this is the first time I've had a chance 
to write, I lost all my stationary that 1 brought with me and haven't been 
able to get any along the way. 1 am feeling all right at present, I think this 
is a great country. I was a little sick on the ship of course but I soon got 
over it, wc made the whole trip (nearly two weeks) without seeing a 
single submarine, but you can believe me, we were some glad bunch when 
we began to see land again, but it was a great trip. 

This has been a nice warm day, have just come back from a good little 
hike, to the beach where we had a real swim in the English Channel. It was 
the first time I've had a swim since I went to wilsons pond last summer 

The French arc real good people, but I haven't been able to talk to 
them yet. I think I would soon learn if we stay here very long, their smiles 
and friendly gestures make us feel we are always welcome. They are great, 
grain and truck growers, and have some of the finest, and fattest cows 
I have ever seen. It made me think of old times people, when 1 saw an old lady 
in the back yard carding wool. Sunday May 19, I didn't have time to 
finish my letter yesterday, and have no light at night. I have just finished 
supper or chow call, though the sun is several hours high yet, we eat supper 
while youal are eating dinner, we arc about six hours ahead of you. 

1 am lying on a blanket in the door of my little tent in a large apple orchard. 
It surely is a sight to see all the trees are in bloom, they bloom later here 
than they do at home. Its wonderful how fast the grass grows here. This 
orchard has only three acres in it, and they a dozen cows in it as fat as they 
could possibly be. I see the french girl coming out here to milk, I think I 
will go out and help her milk, maybe she will give me a drink of milk, as I 
got one last night. Some times she comes out to milk in the morning before 
we get up. It amuses me to see the women driving their carts around over 
town drawn by large dogs, the dogs seem to like their jobs 

The village church bell chimes make me feel like I'm in a strange country. 
I am learning to talk French a little more every day now. I can go into 
a French store now and buy anything I want, and count both French and 
English money. Will close for this time tell them all to write. Your Son 

J. Cal 

P. S. This letter was written Sunday, May 19, 1918, 53 years ago by John C. 
Sharpe to his Mother in the U. S. A. while in camp on the English Channel, 



Orders were received to relieve the 26th U. S, Di- 
vision, then occupying that part of Woevre Front 
known as the Lagney Sector. Reconnaissance was 
made by the battalion and company commanders of 
the battalions selected to be the first in contact with 
the enemy. These units were the 2nd Battalion, 
325th Infantry (Major Hawkins), 1st Battalion, 
326th Battalion, 326th Infantry (Major Wells), 3rd 
Battalion, 327th Infantry (Major Hill), and 2nd Bat- 
talion, 328th Infantry (Major Buxton), One battalion 
from each of the four infantry regiments was to 
occupy the front lines or outpost zone, with one bat- 
talion each in support, and the 3rd battalion in 
reserve. Relief began on the night of June 25th, 
1918- All the machine gunners of the Division, 
together with selected Chauchot riflemen and the 
37 mm. platoons, were temporarily detached from 
the Division, and sent to Automatic Arms School 
at Bois L'Evecque between Toul and Nancy. Here 
they received a course in training from French 
officers. The regimental machine gun companies 
joined the front-line infantry battalions on July 5, 
and the machine gun battalions on July 14. The 
positions of the artillery of the 26th Division were 
taken over by the French Artillery, and a limited 
number of French machine guns joined the front- 
line battalions. The Division held the left flank of 
the French 32nd Corps, French 8th Army. The left 
battalion (328-th) of the Division was in liaison with 
the right battalion of the French 2nd Army, The 
American unit at once discovered that, while the 
outpost battalions of the 8th Army were ordered 
to hold in case of attack until the last man, the out- 
post battalions of the 2nd Army were to withdraw 
into the zone of resistance, a depth of about 5 kilos. 
This fact was brought to the attention of the 8th 
Army, and resulted in a correspondence between 
the 8th and 2nd Army that was still active when 
the 82nd Division left the sector six weeks later. 

During the days and nights of life in the Lagny 
Sector, the intensive military education of the Divi- 
sion progressed in marked fashion, and the men 
soon accustomed themselves to the details of exis- 
tence in trench warfare. Patrolling, from the outset, 
was conducted in an aggressive manner, and the 
Division not only maintained an ownership of No- 
Man's Land, but penetrated deeply into the enemy's 
positions on numerous occasions. Several of these 
forays without artillery help resulted in collisions, 
during the course of which numerous casualties 
were inflicted upon the enemy, and some losses 
were suffered in return. 

The battalions in support and reserve were able 

to accomplish some important training work with 
automatic rifles, rifle and hand grenades, and 
finally to hold exercises in the combined use of all 
infantry weapons on a firing range. 

Contemplated maneuvers were prevented by 
orders from the 8th French Army, requiring the 
82nd Division to construct an entirely new defen- 
sive system of trenches, especially in the zone of 
resistance. The outpost battalions were compelled 
to cover battalion fronts extending from 4,000 to 
5,500 meters. This was done by arranging combat 
groups echeloned in diamond formation. The sup- 
port and reserve battalions were also echeloned 
in great depth. Concrete pill boxes were con- 
strutted, new camouflage erected, roads built to 
the front, and additional bands of wiring provided. 
The Division was cautioned to be ready to repulse a 
serious attack, and working parties consisting of en- 
tire reserve battalions, worked nighdy in a vain 
endeavor to have all complete on August 5, 1918, 
the date set by the 8th Army. 

On August 4, 1918, Company K and Company M, 
326th Infantry (Major Watkins), conducted a trench 
raid with artillery' assistance against a section of 
the German position immediately in front of that 
regiment. The officers and men had been carefully 
trained for this operation by French officers, upon 
similar works erected in a rear area. The raiding 
personnel performed this enterprise in a very 
commendable fashion, penetrating 600 meters into 
enemy territory, killing about a platoon of the 
enemy, and taking three machine guns, numerous 
rifles, pistols and other equipment. During the raid, 
one American was killed and four wounded. When 
everyone had returned to the protection of the 
American trenches, German artillery fire, heretofore 
silent, opened vigorously, and two bays filled with 
men were hit. Altogether, 17 men were killed and 
15 wounded by two shells. A Division order was 
published to the command on August 8, 1918, 
citing the troops participating in this operation for 
their gallantry and soldierly conduct. This raid was 
supported by the 320th Machine Gun Battalion 
with overhead fire. 

The first week of August was marked by a notice- 
able increase in the activity on both sides. Artillery 
fire became more general, and German airplane 
operations became very active, bombing and firing 
machine guns at combat groups and command 
poste, attacking observation balloons and engaging 
our pursuit planes with more numerous fighting 


On August 3, 1918, the 30th Engineers effected a 
gas projector attack of 7!S tons of various gases, and 
it was later ascertained from enemy sources that it 
caused many German casualties. This projector 
attack provoked enemy retaliation with a severe 
bombardment of mustard gas shells on the night 
of August 7, while a relief of the 82nd Division was 
in progress. All front line infantry battalions of the 
82nd Division had been withdrawn, and this Divi- 
sion suffered no gas casualties except among the 
front line machine gun units, which has 17 casualties. 

The 89th Division suffered very heavy casualties. 

The total casualties in the 82nd Division during 
its occupancy of the Lagny Sector were 22 officers 
and 352 men, including those killed^ wounded and 


The relief of the 89th Division was completed 
on August 10, 1918, and the 82nd Division moved 
by marching and riding on a 60-centimeter rail- 
road to an area west of TouL, with HDQ at Blenod- 


Orders were received August 10, 1918, assigning 
the Division to the American 3rd Army Corps, with 
further directions to join at once on the Marnc 
salient. Within 24 hours this order was revoked, and 
the Division was directed to undertake a course of 
training in the area where then billeted. 

After training two days, the Division was assigned 
to the 4th American Corps for administration and 
the 8th French Army for tactical control Concur- 
rently, the Division was ordered to relieve the 
American 2nd Division in the Marbache Sector, The 
\e\Vei taegjBI iKWIgpft 15, \9Y&, and was completed 
in two da\s. On August 2£>, the Wim'i Division was 
transferred to the command of the American 1st 
Corps, which became part of the American First 
Army, August 30, 1918. 

The Division pursued the same methods of relief 
by battalions within the regiments as followed in the 
Lagny Sector. The 125th French Division was on 
the right of the 82nd Division, and the 1st American 
Division on the left for the first week after the 
arrival of the 82nd Division, when the 90th U. S, 
Division relieved the 1st Division. 

The Marbache Sector lay astride the beautiful 
Moselle Valley, and included just within its front 
lines the considerable city of Pont-a-Mousson. The 
sector had been known after the first year of war as 
a rest section for both the French and German divi- 
sions. Such w T as still the status of the sector when 
taken over by the 82nd Division, but during the last 
of August, a marked change was evident. Consider- 
able artillery activity developed, and the enemy was 
exceedingly aggressive in the air. Patrolling and 
small ambuscades featured the infantry activity of 
both belligerents. 

The 157th Field Artillery Brigade had joined the 
82nd Division just as the Division was entering this 
sector. It had received its entire equipment and 
subsequent training at La-Courtine, where it had 
been stationed since its arrival in France on June 3, 
1918. The advent of this Brigade was most gratify- 
ing to the Infantry, which was quick to perceive the 
advantage of artillery support controlled by officers 
imbued with personal relations during the months 
at Camp Gordon. 

An event took place on August 29, 1918, in the 
^25xVv tnSanb^, \N\nt\i icsns&Ded n mastery viutft 
"tang aftsi t>ie .\Tmist\ce. lieutenants WalAace and 
Williams went out on a daylight reconnaissance with 
Corporals Slavin and Sullivan of Company 1, 
325th Infantry. This little patrol left Dombasle 
Chateau and never returned. When American prison- 
ers were released after the Armistice, Corporal 
Slavin came back to the regiment. The party had 
passed across the Sielle River and through No-Man's 
Land to the German wire. On their way back they 
were ambushed, and all the party killed except 
Corporal Slavin. 

A few days before the St. Mihtel offensive of 
September 12, 1918, it was common knowledge that 
some major operation was impending, and this 
assumption carried a most stimulating result 
throughout the Command. For a week before the 
offensive, civilians were evacuated from the ad- 
vanced areas. The tentative plan of attack of the 
1st Army Corps, published September 6, stated the 
mission of the 82nd Division. The Division, from 
its position on the right flank of both Corps and 
Army, was given "for its special mission the exert- 
ing of pressure on, and maintaining contact with, 








the enemy." It was further stated that no attack was 
expected from the Division. 

In full performance of this mission, all infantry 
regiments of the Division pushed to the front strong 
daylight patrols on the first day of the drive, Sep- 
tember 12, 1918. These combat groups gained close 
contact with the enemy, driving in his outpost, and 
obtaining definite information concerning the loca- 
tion of his supporting troops. This was not accom- 
plished without considerable casualties among the 
officers and men of the combat platoons, One of 
the combat groups from the 327th Infantry, on 
arriving at the Bel- Air Farm, was counterattacked 
by a strong German force, and compelled to with- 
draw to our own trenches, The retirement was 
covered by a platoon of D Company, 321st Machine 
Gun Battalion, under 2nd Lieutenant Robert 
Goodall. The cool and efficient manner in which 
this detachment handled its guns was worthy of 
special commendation, 

On September 12, three platoons from F Company, 
328th Infantry (Captain Foreman), the most ad- 
vanced unit, were pushed forward on the west bank 
of the Moselle to ascertain* whether or not the 
German lines had been withdrawn. Lieutenant Cox, 
with his platoon, forced an entrance into the Maison 
Gauthier, a well-known strong point, which covered 
the southern approach to the town of Norroy. This 
formidable position was located about one kilo 
north of our front trench. The patrol forced its way 
through the enemy wire and drove the German 
occupants out of the southern trenches and dugouts. 

Lieutenant Harrison led his platoon further to the 
west against the outer defenses of Norroy. Lieuten- 
ant Could, with his platoon, attacked the left 
flank of the battalion sector. All three platoons met 
with heavy fire and numerous casualties, but 
demonstrated the presence of substantial enemy 
forces in the long-established German positions. 

After gallantly performing his mission, Lieutenant 
Charles Harrison was killed while withdrawing his 
platoon. The patrols from the 325th Infantry suc- 
ceeded in reaching Eply. The 326th Infantry patrols 
operated in Bois-de-la-Tete d'Or, west of Bois-de- 
la Voivrotte. 

The soldierly manner in which these combat 
reconnaissance missions were executed elicited 
the following telegram from Commanding General, 
1st Corps, to the Commanding General, 82nd Divi- 
sion: "Please convey to the officers and men of 
your Division my appreciation of the difficult part 
they had to perform in the highly successful opera- 
tion of the 1st Corps today. This part they performed 
to full satisfaction." 

Throughout the St. Mihiel operations, the 163rd 
Infantry Brigade was supported by the 320th 

Machine Gun Battalion (Captain Muldrow), and 
the 321st Machine Cun Battalion (Major More) 
shared the experiences of the 164th Infantry Brigade. 
It was known that, prior to this offensive, the 
enemy order of battle in this sector from west to 
east was the 255th Division, the 84th Landwehr 
Brigade and the 31st Landwehr Brigade. Corps 
Headquarters, wishing to ascertain whether the 
enemy had added other units in preparation for a 
counterattack, directed that a strong raid with 
artillery- assistance be made against the German 
strong point, Bel- Air Farm, just east of the Moselle 
In compliance with this order, Companies E and K, 
327th Infantry (Captain Welch), advanced against 
Bel-Air Farm and Bois-de-la-Tete d'Or adjoining, 
at 18 hours, September 13, 1918. A smoke screen 
was thrown down in front of the objective, and the 
Division Artillery laid a barrage on the enemy posi- 
tion. One prisoner was taken, from whom was 
obtained a confirmation of the enemy order of 
battle. In addition, a light machine gun was cap- 
tured, and several of the enemy killed. The German 
Artillery countered by laying a heavy fire upon our 
Infantry during the entire period of the raid, and 
until the return to our own trenches. The steadiness 
with which this fire was supported indicated a high 
order of discipline and morale. During our with- 
drawal, the enemy attempted an infantry counter- 
attack from the woods east of the farm. This effort 
was broken down by the fire of Company r B, 321st 
Machine Gun Battalion (Captain Cunningham). 


Marbache Sector— Aug 17 to Sept. 10, 1918 

KiDed 11 enlisted men 

Wounded ,56 enlisted men 

and 4 officers 

St. Mihiel Battle— Sept. 11 to Sept. 20, 1918 
82nd Division 

Killed ..r 4 officers, 74 enlisted men 

Wounded 38 officers, 819 enlisted men 

Casualties in Meuse — Argonne Offensive 
Sept. 24 to Nov. 1, 1918— 82nd Division 

Officers Men 

Killed in action or died of wounds 37 865 

Known Prisoners 7 178 

Missing 25 

Wounded, including gassed 171 4726 

Total 215 5794 

Twenty-nine combat divisions took part in the 
Meuse-Argonne Battle in the 47 days from Septem- 
ber 24 to November 11, 1918, 



Although the Battle of the Argonne Forest was 
the greatest and most extensive offensive I took 
part in during World War I, my closest call was at 
the Battle of St. Michiels, on the night of August 
23, 1918. We were billeted in a wooded area near 
the ancient fortress of Pont-O-Mousson, whose 
twelve- foot- thick walls showed many scars from the 
struggles of the past. About 4 o'clock in the after- 
noon, my company, Company F, 325th Infantry, 
82nd Division, was lined up by Captain Flournoy, 
and briefed on the order from General Pershing 
to form a raiding party to probe the enemy lines 
guarding the city of Metz, where a German officer 
training camp was located. 

Just to show the human side of even the serious 
business of war, our Captain, who was a very rea- 
sonable man, as he lined up the Company, asked if 
there was anyone in the Company who did not feel 
like going on this raid; and if so, to take two paces 
backward and state his reason. Only one man in the 
entire Company stepped back, with the remark, 
"I just don't feel like going, Sir," and he was 
excused. The letters and numbers of our company, 
regiment and division were scratched from our 
identifications tags. In case we were killed or cap- 
tured in enemy territory, there wouldn't be any 
evidence available to the enemy. All personal letters 
and belongings were left with someone at company 
headquarters. I was lucky to have a good friend to 
leave my personal belongings with — one Brooksy 
Higgins from Five Points, who was the Captain's 
orderly, and wasn't required to go on such raids. 

As the Top Sergeant dismissed the Company, it 
was with mixed feelings and very little joking that 
we lined up in a forest in France at the field kitchen, 
a little earlier than usual for evening chow Having 
orders to go into enemy trenches and bring back 
live prisoners for questioning meant a real fight, 
and the danger of the undertaking, not to mention 
the fact that it was our first time to meet the enemy 
face to face, dealt us feelings we had never experi- 
enced before. It might be the last meal for some 
(and it was). None of our leaders had mentioned 
"prayer" in our briefing, but 1 dare say it was on 
the minds of most of us. 

I hadn't forgotten the briefing from Uncle Henry 
Davis one Wednesday night at Prayer Meeting at 
White Plains, during the summer of 1917. The sub- 
ject of the meeting being "Faith in God,'* he had 
pointed his long finger at me, and had raised his 
voice saying, "If you have faith, God will turn that 
bullet," In my humble way, I believed it, and have 
never had the slightest doubt, but that that is what 

happened that night in France, and many times since 
then, but not always a bullet. 

I was a member of an automatic rifle squad which 
carried two such rifles. I carried No. 1, and the other 
was carried by Richard A. Boyette of Texas. Other 
members of the squad carried ammunition and re- 
volvers. Leaving the woods about sundown, we 
single-filed through long, rnuddy, zig-zag trenches 
built by the French, which they had occupied for 
three years, with duck-walks in the bottom built of 
short boards, much of them rotting and broken, 
causing much falling down into the mud. Troop 
movements to the front were slowed, and after 
one-half mile of such stumbling, with packs, most 
of us were worn out. Many of the boys gave this as 
the reason the lines had been stationary for so long. 
Neither the French nor Germans were able to fight 
after they reached the front. So the Americans 
decided to run the Germans further off, so as not 
to have to come back through the trenches. Such 
remarks often boosted their morale. 

After finally reaching the front-line trenches, 
we passed through company after company of men 
on post, that we had trained with back in Camp 
Gordon, Georgia. But conversation was held to a 
whisper, and even the lighting of a cigarette was 
forbidden. The moon had begun to rise through the 
hazy clouds to the East, and silent signal lights 
consisting of roman-candle-like balls of fire colored 
yellow, Ted, blue and white, began pouring high into 
the air from the enemy lines, heralding anything 
but good news to all who might attempt to trespass. 
The fact that they were understood only by Jerry 
himself gave us the first feeling that we were facing 
a hostile foe. 

As we quietly approached the wire entanglements 
that were to be rolled back, exposing "No-Man's 
Land," the stillness of the night was broken only 
by the squawking of a night bird that came down 
from the vicinity of the little Mozelle River, which 
we were to cross about halfway between the two 
lines, a distance of some four-hundred yards. My 
squad was in the center of a deployed line of three 
squads, led by Sergeant Pap DeMentry, with Cap- 
tain Flournoy leading the left end of the line, and 
Lieutenant Whipple on the right. Crouching low 
through the high grass near the river, the moon 
began to cast a little light in our faces, which made 
us realize {much to our discomfort) that we were 
ideal targets for the Germans, should they take up 
positions near the bridge on the dark side of the river 
in front of us (and they had). Not knowing of their 
closeness, however, we trudged on near the bridge, 


a little more out into the open. At this point the 
Germans suddenly opened fire on the center of our 
line, and before we could drop to firing position, it 
seemed that the entire element surrounding us was 
full of hand-grenades, rifle and machine-gun bullets, 
tutting down our Sergeant and Lieutenant, who 
were directly in front of me. Nearly every man in 
our squad, including several more on each side of 
me, were cut down by the rapid fire of the enemy. 
The very first thing I knew, my fingers were 
numbed when iny automatic rifle was knocked out 
of my hand, and a hail of bullets and schrapnel played 
a tune around my knees and ankles. This left me in a 
most uncomfortable position, unable to drop to the 
ground for cover, as the Germans were holding 
their fire close to the ground, assuming everyone 
to be in a prone position. As Lieutenant Whipple 
rolled in the grass badly wounded, he yelled to 
Captain Flournoy, "Here they are on the right!" but 
by this time, most of the damage had already been 
done, and the Germans retreated across the river to 
their lines, with Captain Flournoy and his squad 
firing at their heels with sawed-off shotguns loaded 
with buckshot. 

It all happened so suddenly, no one in the center 
of the line had time to do anything about it. In all, 
13 were badly wounded on each side of me. The rifle 
1 was carrying in front of me, in a crouched position, 
was hit between my left and right hands which were 
about a foot apart, knocking a plug from the barrel 

about three inches long near the breech, miraculous- 
ly stopping the impact of the bullet that otherwise 
could hardly have missed me. My buddies were 
rolling in the grass, bleeding and screaming with 
pain, but still our first baptism of fire was not over 
yet. Although the German raiding party had re- 
treated in front of us, their machine guns were 
firing at us from their lines some 200 yards up the 
hill to the east At the same time our own machine 
guns from our lines behind us, which were supposed 
to cover us over our heads, were firing too low, 
through us. It was some time (it seemed like forever) 
before we could get them to raise their fire, while 
w r e were trying to get the wounded to safer ground. 

Some idea of the intense suffering of the boys 
who were wounded, was shown by Sergeant Pap, 
as he was known to the Company. As we tried to 
raise him off the ground, he repeatedly asked to be 
relieved of his suffering with another shot, I was 
asked to help carry Corporal Hindershot of Indiana 
off the field, his body being riddled with bullets. 
Two of us lugged him without any stretcher, 
about one-half mile to the first aid station, but he 
was dead long before we arrived, and we were as 
bloody as he was. Even our underwear was drenched 
with blood. When we reached the Company, some 
of the officers thought we might be dead and not 
know it, so we were examined from head to foot and 
issued a change of clothing. 


2. Alabam Newman 

3. Smith - Cook 

5. Dressel - Mess Sgt. 

6. Pruett (South Carolina) 

I 2 3 4 5 6 

Chow Time in LeMans, France • 1918 - Fluffy Mahoffy always first in line 



Commanded by Colonel Whitman 
October, 1918 

The attack of October 10, 1918, was made in the 
Division Sector by the 325th Infantry (Colonel 
Whitman), and the 326th Infantry (Colonel Mc- 
Arther). For the time being the 325th Infantry was 
placed in the 164th Infantry Brigade, and the 
328th Infantry was transferred to the 163rd Infantry 
Brigade. The 325th Infantry had, up to this point, 
been held in reserve, and was therefore at full 
strength. Its men were relatively in much better 
physical condition than the two regiments which 
had been engaged continuously for three desperate 

On October 6 t Colonel Whitman had made a 
reconnaissance in the vicinity of LaForge, opposite 
Chatel-Chehery, under the supposition that he 
would assault at that point the following morning. 
Plans were changed, however, and on the night of 
the 7th, the 325th Infantry moved from the camp 
west of V'arennes to the Valley of Charpentry. The 
march was the usual night maneuver in a rainstorm, 
on overcrowded roads, and under some shellfire. 
The regiment sat in the mud for the balance of the 
night and during all of October 8. Early on October 
9, the 325th was moved west across the Aire River 
to the vicinity of Chene Tondu, 

At 18 hours on October 9, Colonel Whitman was 
directed to report to the P. C, of the 164th Infantry 
Brigade at Chatel-Chenery. General Lindsey pre- 
pared a Brigade order for the attack on the following 
morning. By 04 hours on October 10, the 325th 
Infantry had moved up from Chene Tondu and was 
ready to relieve the two Infantry regiments in 
accordance with the order prescribed. The 2nd 
Battalion (Major Hawkins} was in rear of Hill 180; 
the 1st Battalion (Major Lott) was in rear of the 
328th Infantry along the Decauville railroad, and 
the 3rd Battalion {Major Pierce) was in rear of Hill 
223 as support. 

B and C Companies constituted the assaulting 
waves in the 1st Battalion, E and F Companies in 
the 2nd Battalion. The 321st Machine Gun Battalion 
was at this time concentrated at the following 
points; Companies B and U near Hill 244, Company 
C at Hill 223, and Company A on Hill 180. From 
these positions they assisted in the infantry attack, 
H-hour was advanced to 07 hours, October 10 
Although furious resistance had been anticipated, 
the 325th Infantry advanced on approximately a 
two-kilometer front without substantial opposition 
Cornay and Champrocker were shortly occupied, 

and the 1st and 2nd Battalions pushed strong groups 
forward as far north as Martincourt Farm, and the 
Aire River. A few casualties had been inflicted by 
enemy shellfire and an occasional sniper. About 
forty prisoners were taken from Cornay and the 
western ridge- Captain Brown, 327th Infantry, and 
several other wounded men belonging to the 327th 
Infantry, were recovered in the vicinity of Cornay 
and Martincourt Farm. The enemy counterattack of 
the previous afternoon proved to have been his 
final effort, and during the night October 9-10, 
he withdrew his forces to the heights north of the 

On October 11, 1918, the 325th Infantry found 
itself at 06 hours on the Fleville-St. Juvin Road, 
hastening to get in position on the St. Juvin- 
Sommerance Road- Colonel Whitman, Captain 
Wright, his adjutant, and Major Pierce were at 
the head of the column consisting of Companies 
M, I and L, and the Regiment Machine Gun Com- 
pany, in the order named. About 300 meters south 
of the junction formed by the Fleville-St. Juvin 
Road with the Summerance-St. Juvin Road, a burst 
of machine-gun fire from the right flank swept the 
column. Several men fell, and our men moved into 
the ditch on the east side of the road for protection. 
This fire came from the crest and slopes of the hill 
200 or 300 meters west of the river road. This hill 
was south of the Sommerance-St, Juvin Road, Fire 
also came from the slopes of Ridge 85.5 to the 
north, and from the direction of St, Juvin. Colonel 
Whitman and Major Pierce worked forward to the 
Sommerance Road for a personal reconnaissance. 
A survey of the situation showed no friendly troops 
in sight, but many enemy snipers and machine 
gunners on the high ground immediately ahead. 
Artillery now opened up on the road on which the 
Regiment lay. It was 06 hours, 45 minutes. To get 
into position for the Corps attack, it was necessary 
to deploy to the right front, and extend for a kilo- 
meter in width from the road junction to the east. 
No deployment, however, could be made until the 
enemy was dislodged from the hilt on the immediate 
right of our column, Orders were sent to the two rear 
Infantry Companies I and L, to break off to their 
right and send a skirmish line, with its left flank on 
the highway, to sweep the enemy north of the St, 
Juvin -Sommerance Road, This was successfully 
done, and the Regiment extricated for the moment 
from the peril of close-range flank fire. In this pre- 


liminary action, Captain Charles A. Fowler of 
Company M was killed as he leaped to the top of 
the bank to direct the deployment of the Company. 
As the line passed the jump-off road, Company M 
joined on the left flank, and at 07 hours, 20 min- 
utes, the attack moved forward and started up the 
slopes of Ridge 85,5 under a heavy fire which ran 
along the crest clear to St, Juvin. The ridge was 
found to be heavily protected by enemy wire. Along 
the top of the cTest was a sunken road which ran 
due west into St. Juvin. No American troops ap- 
peared on the left flank of the regiment, but St. 
Juvin was obviously full of Germans who kept up 
a continuous, raking fire. 

The promised tanks had not appeared and no 75 
mm, accompanying gun had reported. There was 
no friendly barrage preeeeding the advance. One 
platoon of the Machine Cun Company supported 
the advance of I Company, and another platoon 
cooperated with M Company. The 3rd platoon used 
indirect fire over the heads of our advancing troops. 

The machine gunners moved forward with this as- 
sault battalion and lost heavily. Our men tore 
through the wire, charged and maneuvered against 
the German machine gunners, and killed and were 
killed, until the top of the ridge was in our posses- 
sion. This was accomplished at 08 hours, 5 minutes. 

This success could not have been achieved except 
by troops of the highest morale. The right flank 
company could see no American troops on the right, 
but the thick mist did not permit a far view. At 08 
hours, 30 minutes, liaison was established along 
Ridge 85.5 with the 327th Infantry. Colonel Whit- 
man, accompanied by Captain Wright, proceeded 
along the fire-swept road halfway to Sommerance, 
and talked with Captain Fowler, Operation Officer, 
327th Infantry'. The opposition of the enemy to 
our advance beyond the sunken road on the crest 
of the ridge became so intense, and the fire from the 
left assumed such proportions, that the 325th In- 
fantry was unable to make further progress. Indeed, 
it became a very serious question whether the 
Regiment could cling to the position won without 
suffering virtual annihilation. Colonel Whitman 
sent a runner back on the road toward Fleville with 
a message to Major Hawkins, commanding the 2nd 
Battalion in support, and directed that reinforce- 
ments be sent up. F Company was immediately 

ordered forward, reporting to Colonel Whitman at 
the crossroads at about 09 hours. This Company 
was used to cover the left flank of the Regiment 
by filling in the gap between the crossroads and 
the Aire River to the West, The Brigade Order had 
given meridian 98,5 as the western boundary of 
the Brigade. This gave a front of 500 meters immedi- 
ately east of the Aire River to the 163rd Infantry 
Brigade. No troops appeared, however, to fill this 
gap, and Colonel Whitman made the disposition 
already indicated . 

At 10 hours, Caplain Parley B, Christensen of 
I Company was killed on the ridge. The Regiment 
had now lost two of its Company Commanders. 

The 325th Infantry was alone on Sommerance 
Road, It will be remembered that at 10 hours, 
Major Blanchard had withdrawn from his point of 
farthest advance, and was organized on this same 
ridge between the 325th Infantry on the west and 
Sommerance on the east. Both regiments were 
now in liaison, and Major Blanchard, going to 
Colonel Ely, told him that he considered the position 
a good one, although very heavy fire was coming 
from the front and right flank. At 10 hours the 
following message was sent to G. G. 164th Brigade, 
at the P. C. in Fleville: "Only one officer left in the 
battalion. Line was ahead of both flanks and com- 
pelled to draw back. Now on parallel 85.5. Whitman 
reported on my left. My officers and men so ex- 
hausted they are not effective. Strong resistance, 
shells, M. G. Prisoners say three regiments in front, 
A strong counterattack could not be stopped by us. 
Request reinforcements, (signed) Ely." 

At 10 hours, 45 minutes, the following message 
was sent to Brigade Headquarters: "No support on 
right flank. Both advance battalions almost deci- 
mated. Men fought hard. Not a straggler met. Have 
withdrawn to jumpof f road. Slighter shelter. Request 
immediate help, (signed) Ely." 

This was followed by: "Lost 50 per cent of my 
command. Boche counterattacked; filtering in 
through woods. Unable to get in touch on my right. 
Unless I drop back, will probably be cut off. (signed) 

"Drop back under cover of machine gun fire. Dig 
in if necessary and hold. Notify Colonel Whitman. 
I ordered artillery fire in front, (signed) General 



Attack of 2nd Battalion, 328th Infantry, 82nd Division, October 8, 1918 

One exploit in this day's work will always be 
retold in the military traditions of our country. It 
is entitled to a place among the famous deeds in 
arms of legendary or modern warfare. Early in the 
attack of this battalion* the progress of G Company 
on the left was seriously impeded by heavy machine 
gun fire from a hill direcdy southwest across the 
valley from Hill 223. Although this territory was 
south of the zone of action assigned the 82nd Divi- 
sion, it was necessary to reduce this fire or suffer 
disastrous consequences, 

A force of four non-commissioned officers and 
thirteen privates was sent from the left support pla- 
toon of G Company, to encircle the hill and silence 
the enemy guns. This detachment, under Acting 
Sergeant Early, encircled the hill from the southeast, 
and by a very skillful reconnaissance, passed through 
the heavy woods on the east crest, and descended to 
the wooded ravine on the west side of the hill. The 
detachment, in working through the underbrush, 
came upon a German battalion estimated to contain 
about 250 men, a considerable number of whom 
were machine gunners. Orders taken later from the 
pockets of the German Battalion Commander proved 
that the mission of this battalion was to launch a 
counterattack against the left flank of our attack 
at 10 hours, 30 minutes. About 75 Germans were 
crowded around their Battalion Commander, ap- 
parently engaged in receiving final instructions. A 
force of machine gunners and infantrymen, how- 
ever,, were lying in the foxholes fifty yards away 
on the western slope of the hill. Other machine gun 
detachments were located on the north and north 
east slopes of this same wooded hill. 

The handful of Americans, led by Corporal Early, 
appeared as a complete surprise to this German 
battalion. The large body of Germans surrounding 
the German Battalion Commander began surrender- 
ing to our men, whom the enemy supposed to be 
the leading element of a large American force which 
had enveloped their position. 

German machine gunners on the hillside, however, 
quickly reversed their guns and poured a hail of 
bullets into the bottom of the ravine, killing six 
and wounding three of the American detachment. 
All of the non-commissioned officers were killed 
or seriously wounded except Corporal Alvin C. York 
of Pall Mall, Tennessee. With Corporal York were 
seven privates, four of whom were mostly occupied 
in covering, with their rifles, the large group of 
German infantrymen who had thrown down their 
arms at the first surprise. A few shots were fired by 

the remaining three Americans, but the chief 
burden of initiative and achievement fell upon 
Corporal York. 

Crouching close to the huddle of German prison- 
ers, he engaged in a rapid-fire action with the 
machine gunners and infantrymen on the hillside. 
The return fire struck just behind him, due to the 
fact that careful shooting from the hillside was 
necessary by the Germans, to avoid injuring their 
own men, a few feet in front of Corporal York. The 
American fired all the rifle ammunition clips on the 
front of his belt, and then three complete clips from 
his automatic pistol. In days past, he has won many 
a turkey shoot with his rifle and pistol in the Tennes- 
see mountains, and it is believed that he wasted no 
ammunition on this day. Once a lieutenant on the 
hillside led a counterattack of a dozen gunners and 
infantrymen against this extraordinary marksman, 
who shot the lieutenant through the stomach, and 
killed others, before the survivors took cover. 
German morale gave way entirely, and the Battalion 
Commander surrendered his Command. 

Corporal York placed himself between two German 
officers at the head of the column, and distributed 
the seven Americans on guard along the flanks and 
in the rear of the hastily formed column of prisoners. 
On his way back over the hill, he picked up a con- 
siderable number of additional prisoners from the 
north and northeast slopes of the hill. When he re- 
ported at the Battalion P. C, Lieutenant Woods, 
the Battalion Adjutant, 2nd Battalion, 328th 
Infantry, counted the prisoners and found that they 
totaled three officers and 129 enlisted men. The 
prisoners proved to be part of the 45th Reserve 
Division. The three wounded Americans were 
brought in with the column. The six dead Americans 
were buried later where they had fallen. During 
the forenoon. Lieutenant Cox passed the scene of 
this fight with a portion of F Company. He estimated 
that approximately twenty dead Germans lay on the 

All through the night the Americans could hear 
the rumble of the German transport moving north 
out of the heart of the Argonne Forest, which they 
had held for four years. It was during the night of 
October 7-8 that Major Whittlessey's "Lost Battal- 
ion'* of the 77th Division was relieved on the left 
flank. They were cut off in a very steep ravine, a 
costly lesson which the Americans were slow to 
learn; that is, to stay out of ravines, especially 
when the ridges are held by the enemy. 


After the Armistice, Corpora] York received the 
personal thanks of Major General Duncan, the 
Division Commander, Major General Summerall, 

Commanding 5th Corps, and General Pershing, the 
Commander-in-Chief, He also was given the Con- 
gressional Medal of Honor and the Croix de Guerre. 


The order of events now moves farther to the 
west, where a very extraordinary affair raged for 
half a day on the top of Hill 182, and left that 
strategic point in the possession of the 82nd Divi- 
sion, The exploit on Hill 182, during the forenoon 
of October 15, was regarded by the 82nd Division 
as one of the striking episodes of the war, and a 
brilliant example of success won against heavy odds 
by a small American unit. The whole business 
smacks of modem knight-errantry. Captain Frank 
M. Williams, commanding the 325th Machine Gun 
Company, had been directed to take his Company 
to Hill 182, and from there to support by machine 
gun fire the advance of the Division's left flank. 
At about 06 hours, Captain Williams sent runners to 
his Company, then supporting the line of the 325th 
Infantry, directing his Lieutenant to move the Com- 
pany on to Hill 182. Captain Williams started alone 
for the hill, intending to reconnoiter machine gun 
positions before the arrival of his men. 

The previous experience of this officer is sufficient- 
ly unusual to deserve mention. For several years he 
was a Deputy Sheriff in both Wyoming and Montana, 
and during that time had won some twenty indivi- 
dual gunfights against cattle outlaws. He once won 
the bronco riding championship at the big Cheyenne 
open tournament. Later he had joined Buffalo Bill's 
"Wild West" Show, where he gave exhibitions in 
riding untamed horses, and was pronounced by 
Colonel Cody as the greatest bronco-breaker the 
Colonel had ever seen. 

Captain Williams walked through the eastern part 
of St. Juvin and saw no American or German troops. 
On the eastern slope of the hill, near the north edge 
of the town, he found a lieutenant with a platoon 
from the 77th Division occupying a piece of trench. 
The lieutenant informed him that the platoon had 
become separated from other troops of the 77th Di- 
vision, and did not know where they were now 
located. He had, therefore, placed himself on the 
flanks of the 326th Infantry. He arrived there during 
the night, and had no information of the enemy. 
Captain Williams advised him to send a runner to 
find his Battalion Commander. Captain Williams then 
strolled on to the top of Hill 182, The mist was so 

heavy that he found it impossible to see more than 
approximately a hundred yards to the front. Shortly 
after his arrival, a heavy barrage fell on the hill, 
during which he took shelter at the north edge of 
the town, where he found men of Lieutenant Ben- 
jamin's platoon. The Lieutenant had left the hill a 
few moments previously for a conference with his 
Battalion Commander. When the barrage lifted, 
Captain Williams walked back on to the crest of 
the Hill. Here he observed a group of five German 
soldiers walking toward him at about a hundred 
yards distance with an American prisoner. Captain 
Williams walked over to the group empty-handed, 
and when within a few yards, made a lightning 
reach for the pistol on his belt, and in the fight that 
followed, killed four Germans and took the fifth 
prisoner. As the fifth German raised his arms in 
surrender, Captain Williams caught sight of a long 
enemy skirmish line coming over the northern end 
of the plateau, attacking directly toward St, Juvuir 
The enemy party numbered roundly about 200 men. 
Using a dead German's rifle, Captain Williams shot 
one of the enemy who marched a few paces in ad- 
vance of the attacking skirmish line. The German 
line took cover, and Captain Williams jumped down 
the bank onto the sunken road near the cemetery 
on the western slope of the hill, and ran hack under 
cover toward St. Juvin. He crossed through the 
northern part of the 'town to the eastern slope, 
where he met his Machine Gun Company at the 
bottom of the hill. Captain Williams, shouting "Follow 
me," ran back onto the hill, his leading gun close 
behind him. This gun opened fire on the German 
line which was then advancing at close range. The 
other guns almost immediately pined in. In the 
fight which followed, the entire German party was 
killed, wounded or driven from the hill, and about 
half of our Company were casualties, A column of 
several hundred of the enemy was observed in the 
vicinity of the railroad yards just west of Hill 182. 
Our machine gunners turned their attention to this 
force and scattered it with heavy losses. This 
German attack was part of the assault made against 
our entire front, to which reference has already 
been made. 



The rush to win the war in six months after arriv- 
ing in France (May 11 through November 11) 
excluded any thoughts of furloughs. But on the night 
of February 14, 1919, after the war was over, I was 
called to the Company office to discuss that most- 
hoped-for leave or vacation. I was given a choice 
of being promoted or taking a two weeks' leave for 
vacation to the southern part of France on the 
Italian border. Having no intention of missing the 
chance to see and learn more about the many sights 
and things the old country had to offer, I took the 
furlough with no regrets, then or later. 

The next morning, with two buddies and a pocket 
full of French francs, we left the little town of Bruely, 
and caught a bus to Shaurnont, the GHQ of General 
Jack Pershing. Taking a train for the rest of the trip, 
we passed through Paris early in the morning, and 
arrived at Aix4es-Bains, the famous tourist resort, 
which means great springs. There we climbed 
aboard a cogwheeled train which took us the next 
several miles up through a rising valley surrounded 
by the great Alps, like the Matterhorn and Mont 
Blanc, highest of the French Alps, rising to a height 
of 15,781 ft., with a permanent layer of ice 75 ft. 

Can you imagine, or describe, the feelings of a 
boy in an awesome gorge like this, a boy who had 
never been on a hill so high but what he could run 
to the top and slide down it several times any morn- 
ing before breakfast? I'd like to see or know a 
person who had the faith sufficient to move a 
mountain like some of the Alps. The French and 
Italians didn't try to move any of them, but they 
did dig a two-lane highway under the highest one, 
Mont Blanc, which means white mountain. In honor 
of President Woodrow Wilson, it was called Mount 
Wilson during World War I. 

The litde town of Charmonix stands at the front 
dooT of the tunnel on the French side, where we 
spent two weeks climbing Mont Blanc about 500 
feet above the tree line, with a French guide leading 
the way. At one point, the guide came to a very steep 
incline that led almost straight down some two or 
three hundred feet to the famous Bosson Glacier, 
Like a flash he jumped out onto that steep incline 
of ice and snow, and I happened to be next in line. 
A loud shrief of "ooohs" came from the line behind 

me, and It was time for me to make up my mind. (I 
was like Uncle Tent, after the tornado passed over 
his weather house, who was asked, "W r ere you 
scared, Uncle?", to which he replied, "I don't think 
I was scared, but when I reached up to scratch my 
old head, I stuck my fingers in my eyes.") Having 
nowhere else to go, I followed the guide, using my 
two sharp sticks to tumble fairly close to his trench 
all the way down. 

Back at the YMCA that night, I saw the first per- 
formance of the play, "A Buck On Leave," hence 
the tide of this report. I really enjoyed my two 
weeks' stay in the great Alps, and it might well be 
the highlight of my trip to the old country. 

Two other points of interest I would like to men- 
tion. First, my visit to the birthplace of Joan of Arc, 
at the quaint little village of Domremy on the Meuse 
River. A large statue has been erected in her mem- 
ory, depicting her as she was burned at the stake 
by the English as a heretic, at Rouen on May 30, 
1431. Being now a Patron Saint of France, her feast 
day in May is the occasion of national rejoicing. I 
strolled through the pasture where she had her 
vision, while watching over her flock. And it was 
in this little village of Domremy, that I waved greet- 
ings for the last time to an old buddy and good 
neighbor of mine, Leon Barber of Chapel Hill, who 
was passing through with a supply train a few days 
before he was killed. 

The other great point of interest was near Shau- 
rnont, 40 miles east of Paris, on December 23, 
1918, my 25th birthday, and one of the happiest 
times of my life. The occasion was one long to be 
remembered, not only by the men of the A.E,F., 
but all Americans as well. It was the visit of our 
great Commander-in-Chief, President Woodrow 
Wilson, to the men in the field, who had just won a 
decisive victory over the enemy. Everyone knew he 
was coming to pour out his heartfelt thanks for a job 
well done, and he didn't let us down, In fact, had 
he given the last part of his speech first, which 
was that he had come to take us home, I doubt if 
he would have been able to have finished his speech, 
the applause was so great. Premier Georges Clemen- 
ceau, "The Grand Old Man" of France, also spoke 
at this, the greatest gathering of men and vehicles 
I have ever had the privilege to witness. 








In a few days I was back with the Company, 
stirred with the goad new r s of leaving immediately 
for the Le Mans area, and on to Brest, the port of 
embarkation. The Company was thrilled, from Cap- 
tain to Buck Private, that our next stop would be 
Hoboken, New Jersey* 

The homeward-bound trip was made with great 
joy, but with our fingers crossed that our good for- 
tune would continue. The second crossing was made 
without the watchful eyes of dozens of torpedo 
boats, circling a dangerously overcrowded convoy of 
twenty-one ships loaded to the limit with men and 
equipment. What a contrast between the two trips. 
Uncle Sam had made our paths straight. Leaving 
the Port of Brest on May 20, 1919, on the good 

ship U. S.S. Mobile, we steered a direct course to 
Hoboken, landing on May 30, just as the sun was 
rising on Memorial Day. What a bright sunny day to 
be long remembered, with small boars of every size 
and color coming out for several miles to meet us, 
displaying the names of men who were expected to 
be on our ship. To my glad surprise, two of my cou- 
sins from Uncle John Sharpe's family met me as I 
got off the boat. Putting a foot on home soil again 
was the happiest day of my life. The first night was 
spent at Camp Dix, where three days were needed to 
turn in equipment, and finish paper work before 
heading for Atlanta and final discharge. I finally 
arrived at home on June 9, 1919, for a happy re- 
union with the family. 


I was recently asked a pointed, but good question 
while discussing army experiences with a regular 
army career man, "Why, or how, did I serve 
throughout the First World War without being pro- 
moted From the rank of "Buck Private?" Before I 
could answer, he topped that with another question, 
"You were a good soldier, were you not?" He had 
me almost feeling like I was back in the army again. 
The question amused me, because I had been out 
of the army 44 years, and don't remember anyone 
ever asking me that question. I had never given it 
much thought. But I told him as far as I knew, 1 
had carried out all orders and commands, and never 
gave any trouble, corning home with an Honorable 
Discharge, and above all, I had a clear conscience 
of duties done. But his first question, "Why?" 
would he a longer story. 

In the first place promotions were not so rapid 
in the First World War as in the Second World War. 
Most of the officers in the First World War, as well 
as non-coms, were taken from the Regular Army. 
However, when I entered camp December 3rd, 1917, 
in our first line-up for the count-off, 1 happened to 

be No, 4, in the front rank, and was told I was Cor- 
poral, and drilled the Squad for two weeks, and then 
the Company was quarantined for two weeks, after 
which the Company was split up and assigned to 
other Regiments. Myself and several other boys 
were assigned to the 325th Infantry which was al- 
ready organized. Then after the St, Mihiel drive I 
was up for promotion, and the next day I was sent 
to the Battalion Headquarters and assigned to scout 
work, which I liked, but was very dangerous, con- 
sisting of patrol work, and map drawing and 
observation post duty, also reporting front line 
activity to Headquarters, putting me in position to 
learn more about the operations of the war at first 
hand, than I would have with the Infantry Company. 
The last offer of promotion was strictly a choice 
between being made a Non-Com or having a vaca- 
tion in the Alps Mountains, and I gladly took the 
vacation, which I have never regretted, giving me 
the chance of a lifetime to see more of Europe. 
My Motto has been throughout life, "Where He 
Leads Me I Will Follow." Nature has so endeared 
me to Private Life, any other course would have 
interferred with my Privacy. 




This is to certify that John C. Sharpe, 1898789 — Private infantry, last assigned to Co. "C" 320th 

honorably discharged from the military service of the United States by reason of Expiration Term 
Ser W. D. Cer »L06, December 3, 1918, 

Said John C. Sharpe was born in Buffalo, in the State of Alabama. When enlisted he was 23 years of age 
and by occupation a Farmer. He had blue eyes, Lt. brown hair, fair complexion, and was 5 ft, 71* inches 
in height. 

Given under my hand at Camp Cordon, Georgia, this 9th day of June, 1919, 

William T. Brock, Major, Infantry, Commanding 

Name: John C. Sharpe Grade- Private 

Enlisted: December 3, 1917 at LaFayette, Alabama, serving in first enlistment period at date of discharge. 
Prior Service: None. Nan. Com.: None. Gunner qualification; None. Horsemanship: Not mounted. Battles, 
engagements, expeditions: 

Lagny Defense: 



St. Mihiel, 


Meuse Argonne 

A.E.F. in France 

6/26/18 to 7/11/18 

7/12/18 to 8/ 6/18 

8/15/18 to 9/11/18 

9/12/18 to 9/16/18 

9/16/18 to 9/20/18 

9/26/18 to 11/ 3/18 

4/25/18 to 5/30/19 

Wounds received in service; Phosgene Gas, October 17, 1918. 

Physical condition when discharged: Good 

Typhoid prophylaxis completed 1/14/18 — Paratyphoid prophylaxis completed 1/14/18 

Married or Single: Single. Character: Excellent 

Remarks: No A.W.O.L, AW. No. 107, Travel pay allowed to LaFayette, Alabama. 

Served in Co. 2 Cas Det. 157 D.P. Brigade 12/14/17 
Co F, 325th Infantry 1/2/18 
Co. C. 320th Infantry- 11/22/18 to discharge 

Served in France. 

Signature of Soldier — John C. Sharpe, Camp Gordon, Georgia 

Glenn L. Allen, Captain Inf. 

Paid in full, $86.80, including $60.00 Bonus 

L. B. Geiger By Mr. Bciger 



Being born in a log cabin may not necessarily 
he to one's advantage, but you have a certain satis- 
faction in knowing that you have been brought up 
among weighty surroundings, I was the ninth of 
ten boys born in this log cabin, where 1 lived until 
I was twenty-one, and have no regrets, I have no 
outstanding accomplishments, nor do I have any 
spectacular achievements in life that I can point to 
and say "That's what I've done." And I have made 
enumerable mistakes, But the feeling that has been 
the most dominating one in my life, is that I have 
been well blessed, and have faced the future with 
happy anticipation, going about my work in an atti- 
tude of faith and hope. 

One can never outgrow the influence of a Christian 
mother. One of the first resolves I ever remember 
making, and keeping, was that, regardless of where 
I was, or who I was talking to, never to say any- 
thing that I wouldn't want my mother to hear. 

Of course, these things are of a moral nature, and 
of themselves will not save ones soul, but they are 
the fruits of the inner man. I was converted to Chris- 
tianity at the age of 10, in a series of services 
conducted by a Dr. Flemming in a lent meeting at 
Lebanon in the year 1903, but was too bashful to 
unite with the church until several years later in a 
service conducted by Dr. Blackwell in the summer 
of 1907, at the age of fourteen. 

The large two-room log cabin with wide hall, or 
dogtrot as it was sometimes called, where I was 
born, still stands on the old homestead. It was built 
about 1875 by my father, James Monroe Sharpe. 
The old farm home itself has continued in the Sharpe 
family for four generations, dating back to 1&40, 
when P. W. Sharpe (thought to be Peter or William 
Sharpe, brother of Daniel Sharpe} purchased the 
farm from Hugh G. Slator. He was the first white 
man to enter this land from the United States gov- 
ernment, and held what was known as a patent 
from the government. In 1836, according to old 
abstract records, he entered a large tract of land 
in this section, where his name appeared on other 
tracts of land, But he seems to have done very little 
fanning, since the Indians still occupied some of 
the land, and were reluctant to leave the hardwood 
forest that stretched for miles, abounding in berries 
in Summer and nuts in the Fall and Winter, and 
small game was plentiful. The climate was mild and 
suitable for outdoor life. 

In 1857, the farm passed from P. W. Sharpe to 
William Henry Sharpe, a nephew who was married 

to Martha Smith in 1853. In 1858 he erected a log 
cabin on the farm, and had five children at the time 
he was called for the Civil War in 1861, Deeding 
the farm to three of his children, James Monroe, 
Mittie and Catherine, he rode their only work horse 
to war, and never returned. He died and was buried 
at Petersburg, Virginia, in 1864, leaving a widow 
and five small children. The oldest boy, James Monroe, 
only nine, was hired out to kinsmen for two pecks 
of meal per week, which he lugged home some five 
miles as the; family's groceries for the week. He soon 
became a regular hand among his kinsmen's labor- 
ers, learning to tie bundles of wheat as fast as the 
best eradler could cut it. 

One week he proudly drove home to his mother a 
bull calf his uncle had given him for a week s work, 
which he then trained for the work of a steer. Soon 
after he acquired another, and with the two yoked 
together, he could remove large logs from his 
fields, and thereafter many trees began to fall. 
Night after night, brush and log fires sent swirling 
clouds of smoke high into the heavens to brighten 
the darkest night. 

Once when chunking the embers of a late night 
fire, a noise was heard in the thick brush behind 
him, and a big black otter sprang upon his back and 
slashed at his neck. He quickly threw the otter to 
the ground, and his two faithful black dogs, Ben 
and Rover, chased him back into a bramble thicket 
and a terrific fight took place, whereupon Ben and 
Rover returned later with split ears and bleeding 
noses. The next morning the big black otter was 
found stretched out dead- 

Al the age of 18 in 1872, James Monroe (Jim) 
Sharpe was very much of a man, about five feet 
eleven, with muscles of steel. He could pull down the 
best of grown men at log rollings, and was very 
much in demand at house raisings. He was skilled 
in the handling of logs and "notching down corners," 
which is another one of the lost arts of today. Being 
brought up the hard 1 way in the pioneer days, he 
was his own boss, and work was just a way of life. 
He found great satisfaction in doing things. One 
of his philosophies was "He who will not work 
should not eat." 

It was about this time that he began to think 
about building his own home, and about its location. 
After the question of location was fixed in his mind, 
four large old- field heart pines were marked close 
by, from which to hew the foundation sills, and since 
there was an abundance of large tall pines nearby, 
he decided to build the first unit of his home of pine. 
Each log was hewn to size, and with John and Jerry, 


his faithful steers, he towed the twenty' foot logs to 
the site and stacked them for "notching down" on 
"raising day." 

It was customary to have four good men or more 
to raise a log home. One was needed on each corner, 
and an expert with a broadaxe was also necessary. 
They all helped raise the logs, but each man was 
responsible for the "notching down" of his own 
corner. Allowing one foot for each log, the building 
was raised twelve logs high to give ample space for 
an upstairs room. Once this was done, poles were 
peeled for rafters, rived long boards were used for 
sheeting and rived short boards were used for the 
roof. The job was completed when long boards were 
rived to cover the space between the logs on the 
outside, and the rock and mud chimney was built 
at the end. Sometimes they would board up the 
inside and fill the space between the logs outside 
by daubing with red mud. 

After having completed the large room, full 18 
by Ifi feet of [line, the next room, when needed, was 
built of poplar. These large logs which he cut from 
a low, flat swamp- ground nearby, were all split in 
half and notched down. This room he set some 8 or 
10 feet away from the other, and by covering the 
area between with a connecting roof, he had a wide 
hall in the middle, or dogtrot, which was sometimes 
used as a small room or porch. As we mentioned in 
the beginning, at least four men usually were needed 
in erecting such a building, but he did practically 
all of the work himself, with the exception of raising 
a few of the top logs. 

At this stage in life, the happiness and fortunes 
of the future dangled daily before him, and were the 
driving force that made such work and planning a 
happy privilege and pleasure. Often when returning 
home on weekends, while he was working for his 
Uncle John Beaty, he would stop and play a few 
minutes with the Milford boys and girls in the big 
yard in front of their home, and soon became fond 
of the little, short, dumpy girl that they called 
laurella. She would sometimes follow him out to the 
road to give him the last lick, before running back 
to the house. Soon they became good pals, and 
before you could say "Jack Robinson," they walked 
over one Sunday afternoon to the home of the Jus- 
tice of the Peace, one Rev. John Callahann, in the 
year 1877, were married and moved into his new 
home, just a little west of White Plains, Here they 
worked like honey bees and raised a swarm of 10 
boys in 17 years, arriving in this order and date; 

Henry Milford, September 21, 1878 
Ernest Chalmers, May 13, 1880 
Webster Hershel, September 26, 1881 
Andrew Jackson, May 6, 1883 

Wilbur Durelle, November 6, 1885 

Rufus Bernard, November 7, 1887 

James Otis, June 6, 1889 

Jasper Wise, January 22, 1891 

John Calvin, December 23, 1893 

Melwyn Hervy, November 8, 1895 
My entrance into the world on December 23, 
1893, took place not only in the middle of the 
Christmas shopping season, but right in the begin- 
ning of the era of the glamorous gay nineties. But 
if there was any gaiety in the outside world, very 
little of it rubbed off on the Sharpe boys. The gaiety 
of the nineties had reference, in some respect, to 
the display or show of clothes worn at the time, but 
the display, or that which was shown by the Sharpe 
boys* clothes, could hardly be considered gay. 

Another factor that aided in further isolating us 
from the outside world, was the location of the house 
at the end of the road. Upon the appearance of any 
vehicle on the approaching road, the alarm was 
spread that "Someone's coming here," and everyone 
took shelter in the remotest fence corner or deepest 
jungle, putting in an appearance again later from 
around the "tater hill, pummy pile or up the lane 
from the chestnut tree hill. 

1 should have gone on the 'Tve Got A Secret" 
show, for I do have a secret: I named myself. When 
1 came along, names were getting a little scarce 
around the house and for a good while I was just 
number nine. Later they decided to call me Ucal 
Manning, which made a mighty good handle to call 
me, "You-u-u-C-a-a-al." Then it was Uke, Uke, Uke. 
About that time we started to school at Chapel Hill, 
and of course I was a new scholar. A gang of boys 
ran to meet us, as we came into the schoolyard, 
yelling "What's his name? What's his name?" 

My brother, Rufus, spoke first and said, His 
name is Ucal " 

One big boy yelled inquiringly, "Google? What a 
heck- of -a-narne." 

So the name Google caught on like wild fire, 
and it was Google, Google, Google throughout my 
while first year of school. In the game of "fox 
chasing 1 ' which was popular at school in the early 
days, I was always the fox during recess hour. In 
long chases through the woods, when the fox was 
sighted, the dogs yelped, "Google — Google — Google 
— Google — Google — ." 

It so happened that the next year we changed 
schools and went to White Plains, where I gave my 
name to the teacher as just plain Cal, but 1 wasn't 
satisfied with the initials C. M. 1 used the name for 
several years, and later when 1 read the story of 
John Calvin, I started using that name and dropped 
the name Manning. 


The following short poems are in memory of my 
first Double Celebration: 

It*s quite easy to remember the Virgin Birth 

Since it brought joy and peace to all the earth. 
But His greatest triumph, read other connections, 

Came with His Betrayal, Crucifixion and Resurrection. 
The story of the Nativity is a great joy to tell 

Each year there's a longer and louder Noel. 
Abhor that which is evil, and cling to that which is good, 

The season will be a natural, as natural it should. 
As strange as it may seem, all the noise of today, 

Sprang from a quiet little village far, far away. 
Beginning like a breeze, on the nearest water course, 

It reaches us in voluminous waves, at hurricane force. 
Some say skip it, and why all the shout, 

But once you get it, there is no room for doubt. 
So long as we live, and our heart's inside, 

Let Christmas linger and love abide. 

I was born, I'm told, on the twenty-third. 

And here are a few things thai I heard. 
Around the cradle stood the other eight, 

**Hey Boy," said one, "Ain't you a little late?" 
"I leek navv, he's just in time, 

We needed another player to make out the nine." 
They had just come in from a hunting trip. 

That is, all but my big brother, Jip. 
He leaned on the cradle, and plainly looked sore. 

For he knew his time had come, to be the baby no more. 
"Go outside," Ma said, "and dress your game. 

And give me time to think of a name." 
But they were having fun, just standing around, 

"It's funny. Ma; we went ahunting; and you stayed home and found 
"Ern," they said, "killed a rabbit in bed asleep, 

And Jack knocked a robin from an old brush-heap. 
Henry shot a squirrel from the top of a tree; 

When he tumbled out, he struck him on the knee. 
Oat caught a wren and put hirn under his hat, 

He reached to scratch his head, and he was gone like that." 
"Well, you're pretty good hunters, I'll have to accept, 

But, when it comes to naming a fellow, you're not much help." 
"Aw, name him Tom" or "just call him Ned, 

He'll shore have to sleep at the foot of the bed." 
"All right, wise guys, you're not from the East, 

There's no camel standing around, to say the least. 
Pull off your brogans, and blow your nose, 

Run upstairs and turn up your toes" 
So, in the bed jumped Hen, Webb, Jack and Ern, 

A kick in the shin was the signal to turn. 
Another bed which was ready to fill, 

Caught Rut, Oat, Jip and Bill. 
For the rest of the story, later records will tell, 

Number nine was Cal, and number 10 was Mel. 



Since man's allotted lime is three score and ten, 
and by reason of strength, other years may be 
added as a bonus for each such year his life is pro- 
longed, and as I have eight such years, 1 have much 
to be thankful for. Early in life I chose to live that 
I might always be able to say, "In Cod We Trust, 
and if Cod be for us, who can be against us." 

My life can easily be divided in scores, or 20 
year periods. I need only to report here the first 20 
years, since the period is already reported in my 
daily diary to the year 1931, where 1 will take up the 
third period, and in 1950 will take up the fourth 
period to the present day. My first year in life is so 
clearly documented by a photo of myself sitting in 
my mother's lap, 1 could hardly afford not to report 
such documented evidence that 1 was actually there, 
and on my way, but didn't know to just where. It 
took me only two more years to find out. I wandered 
out into the field where the other boys were chop- 
ping cotton out in front of the house, still wearing 
my candy striped, syrup-smcarcd calico dress. 
Across rny shoulder, like a regular hand, I carried 
my little hoe (which 1 learned, too late, was my first 
mistake), but the boys were all ready to show me 
just how it was done. I was told, to be a good cotton 
chopper, you had to learn to keep right up with the 
leader, and to cut his heels if he didn't keep out of 
your way. So with a few encouraging words about 
the good work I was doing, I was invited to come 
back the nest day and do some more of the same, 
the nest, and the next. 

Little then did I realize., that 1 would have a little 
hoe, a.\, pick, shovel, pitchfork, swing blade, drower 
knife, hammer and saw in my hands for the next 75 
years, in an effort to earn my bread by the sweat of 
my brow. Much of our early life was spent in 
learning the names and locations of things and 
places on the farm around about us: such as tater- 
hill, smokehouse, syrup mill, fig bushes, hog pen T 
woodlot, purnrny pile, ashhopper, wash place, plum 
orchard, fence corner, hog lane, calf pasture, cotton, spring path, chicken roost, guinea nest, lot 
gate, wood pile, end of the lane, chicken coop, lie 
soap, battling block, wash tub, wash pot, cane bed, 
ribbon cane, cane syrup, cane juice, evaporator, 
lead, pole, garden paling, martin gourds, syrup 
barrel, jugs, cotton basket, possom box* squirrel 
cage, ten rail fence, and flat rocks. Some fields 
and other things were old house field, Dan woods, 
Bonner field, Little Bonner field, chestnut tree hill, 
chincapin hill, field behind the barn, flat field, Davie 

hill, Norman swamp, Anthiany head, log barn, 
Rhody's stable, big swamp, sliding hill, horse pas- 
ture, evershot wheel, bee gun, apple orchard, 
guano horn, bumble bees, hornets nest, snake sheds, 
poison ivy, thunder wood, pack saddle, stinging 
worm, Polke berries, bull nettles, snake root, 
cross vine, a smoke, buck rabbit, a drink, and sassa- 
fras tea, for something sweet to close with. Then a 
few homemade things to play with were popguns, 
bow and arrow, slingshot, pea shooter, rock sling, 
cob sling, hickory whistle, swamp can whistle, 
hand blow, maypop battle, rattan vine, rabbit 
tobacco, a smoke, catnip, horsemint, dog fennel, 
buckeye poppin, Indian fighting, rock battle, and 
wild bull, made with thin paddle swinging on long 
string. Other games were handover, scrub, paddle 
cat, and town ball, played with a cotton ball made 
by unraveling socks. One other game was called 
white marble poppin. When white mud was plenti- 
ful, we made hundreds of white mud balls, laid out 
on hot rocks for several days to dry. Then the fun 
started, by throwing these white marbles against 
the broad flat rocks down by the old mill. 


My first serious accident in life occurred in the 
Fall of 1897, about three months before my fourth 
birthday. In the latter part of September, musca- 
dines were beginning to get ripe, and they seemed to 
thrive best higher up near the top of the tree. No 
one has ever been able to curb the climbing in- 
stincts of a hoy. It's a part of him, and the risk 
involved is the most fascinating of all his activities. 
I had hardly reached my climbing age, but my 
brother, Hufus, had about reached the peak of his. 
between the age of ten and eleven. He had also 
about reached the peak of a tree, when a dead 
limb broke under his weight, and down he came, 
landing on my back, as 1 was leaning over picking 
up muscadines. Hufus broke his left arm near the 
elbow, and a bone in my right leg was fractured. 

It all happened in the woodlot just back of the 
barn. Mother was out in the yard and heard the 
commotion, and was quickly on the scene, carrying 
me to the in her arms. The accident caused 
my brother, Hufus, to carry a stiff arm throughout 
bis life. And believe it or not, he broke the same 
arm three times afterward. The next time was under 
the same circumstance as the first; but by this time 
I had learned to dodge him, and he drove his arm 

into the sand and broke it again. The third time he 
fell off a hayrake, and the fourth time, he fell off a 
riding cultivator out in Texas. 

The humorous comment of Dr. H. A. Milford, who 
treated the two accident victims, was that "Old 
man Jim Sharpe had so many younguns, one 
couldn't fall out of a tree without falling on another 

The hardest blow, or lick, I ever had in my life 
came while driving a team of mules and walking 
behind a long wooden lever of a stump puller. I 
was straining on a large stump, when somehow the 
lever became unlocked and flew back to the next 
notch. Since I was walking too close behind, the 
lever caught me in the breast, knocking me several 
feet out of breath and unconscious for awhile. But 
the doctor's examination found no broken bones, 
and in a few days I was back pulling stumps, but 
not behind the lever. It seems that I always had to 
learn the hard way. Like the time the mule ran 
away with the hayrake, throwing me off backwards, 
with the lines looping around my right foot, drag- 
ging me about 100 yards before I could get the rope 
from around my foot, and just before he ran in 
between two trees, breaking everything but the 
chains and his neck. 


In the year 1900, our main log barn burned along 
with a shed or two on each side. All the boys were 
working in a field nearby, when Mother ran out 
giving the warning by waving her bonnet, that 
the barn was afire. The hoe hands dropped their 
hoes and excitedly ran for the barn; the plow boys 
mounted their mules and rode in with clanging 
chains and rattling gear. Neighbors showed up from 
every direction, creating quite a commotion. A few 
tools were saved and the wagon rolled out, but 
everybody had forgotten "Old Greasy," the jersey 
bull that was locked up in the stall that opened 
toward the lane. Fire and coals had begun to pour 

through on his back when Daddy, braving fire and 
smoke, managed to knock the door open just as 
Creasy banged the door, knocking Daddy down 
against the fence. Greasy went leaping and bellow- 
ing down the lane in a cloud of smoke until he 
reached the branch. Everybody was carrying water 
to save the house in whatever containers they could 
find. Two colored girls, Mina and Tog Toles, were 
handed two large jars to carry water in, but before 
they got to the spring, they found some preserves 
in the bottom of the jar, and believe it or not, they 
sat down and ate the preserves while the others 
continued earning water. 



My first experience as a farmer was in the year 
1904, at the age of eleven. I had a good case of 
spring fever, but not the kind that makes you lazy; 
it was just that strong desire to see something grow 
by the work of your own hands, that you could call 
your own. I had planted a few rows of cotton at the 
edge of the yard, and worked it at dinner time after 
coming from the field, when we were supposed to 
be resting. But the trees shaded it out, and I 
never produced much cotton. So this particular 
Spring I went down below the plum orchard and 
found a little corner grown up in weeds and broom - 
sage that was not being cultivated, and dug it up for 
a few rows of corn. Nobody used fertilizer for corn 
at planting time, but 1 wanted something to put 
under the corn to make it grow. I had heard old 
people say that the Indians used to put fish under 
their corn, but I knew I'd have different ideas if I 
ever caught one big enough for that. 

One w r arm Sunday morning, several of the boys 
decided to go snake hunting, so we got in the branch, 
and went down it with sticks and hoes kilting snakes. 
At the end of the hunt 1 had as many snakes as I 
could drag along behind me: moccasins, kingsnakes, 
black runners, copperheads, cotton mouths, chicken 

snakes and one coach whip about six feet long. On 
the way home, the idea struck me that this might 
be the answer to my fertilizer problem, so 1 piled 
my "fertilizer" down in the middle of the patch, 
stretched them out in the rows, covered them with a 
hoe, and planted the corn by the side of the snakes. 
I put leaf mold under two rows, and the others got 
barn lot compost, A warm rain came, and I got a 
perfect stand, but the snake corn was the greenest 
all the summer and made the best corn. 

So, with a bountiful crop of corn in prospect, I 
decided 1 needed to build a barn to put it in, so 1 
gathered seraps of boards and made ready to build 
my own barn. The measurements were 4 feet wide, 
6 feet long and 5 feet high, with a door on the side 
where 1 could climb in. About 15 bundles of fodder 
was stacked in the loft and about 4 bushels of corn 
were piled in the crib. I felt I was a real farmer, 
but there seemed to be something lacking. There 
were no rats in the crib to make it a real barn. 
So to complete the job right, I rounded up several 
nice young rats of the long-tail variety, turned them 
into the new crib, and the rats and I lived happily 
ever after. 


The eel story had its beginning in 1890 when our 
father owned and operated a corn meal mill, pow- 
ered by water that turned a large overshot wheel, 
for which a large pond above furnished the water. 
This farm joined the present farm on the north, 
known as the Jackson farm, and the family lived 
there for three years, during which rime my brother, 
Jip, was born. While living there, our father built 
another pond on another branch, where he used 
water to gin cotton, ginning about two bales of 
cotton in one day. After three years he moved back 
to the old home place which he still owned, and this 
time built a fish pond about two acres in size. The 
dam was built on the rocks at the upper end of the 
present lower 20-acre lake. Much of the farm's 

early history centered around this two-acre lake. 
Boys came there to swim, from Chapel Hill to White 
Plains, and Hamburg to Shake Rag. The pond was 
located on the walking path to Chapel Hill, where 
many of the boys attended school. Often, when 
heavy rains came in the afternoon at school, the 
boys would ask the teacher to let them out a little 
early to get home before the creek got up. But the 
real idea was to get there before the creek went 
down, to get a good swim in the swift waters, while 
it was out of the banks. The water poured over the 
dam some 10 or 12 feet high on solid flat rock, 
making an ideal place for fun, provided you watched 
floating driftwood and other debris coming over 
the dam. 

Back in the "Gay Nineties" when my father built 
the "Gin Pond," every Spring eels came up the 
branches to lay their eggs to hatch out. After they 
were large enough, they made their way back to the 
deep water. Of course, some of them got cut off in 
the pond. Others were caught and put in, so the 
pond was soon alive with eels. Father had a sluice 
gate near the bottom of the dam, and by putting a 
basket net over the sluiceway, and raising the fate, 
he caught a barrel-full of young eels and brought 
them home to stock his new pond. 

This was about the year 1895, and thereafter 
many eels were taken from the pond, and some 
above the pond. The last one we remember catching 
was about a mile above the pond, while several of us 
were seining with a homemade sack seine in the year 
1910, some fifteen years after the pond was stocked, 
The seine was three feet long and weighed about 
15 pounds. We were seining near the foot of a large 

poplar, in a hole of water not over three feet deep, 
that extended several feet back under the roots of 
the poplar. The excitement came when we saw we 
had something in the seine, with everyone running 
out of the water like a snake was after us, yelling, 
"Eel, EEEELl" Quickly recovering our senses, we 
ran back into the water, and he was still in the seine. 
Dragging the seine out on the sand, a most exciting 
scuffle took place, the eel slipping from one hand out 
through another until we got him out on the bank, 
using sand, sticks and dirt to get him farther away 
from the creek. We left the seine in the branch, and 
almost out of breath, ran the entire distance to the 
house to show our catch. Brother Ernest was home 
from Florida, and he showed us how to dress an eel 
by driving a nail through his head and skinning him, 
revealing the whitest meat 1 had ever seen. We went 
back to the seine again, but never caught another 


When I was too little to take any part in the work 
that was going on, my job was to mind the gap, and 
if any trouble came up, "I was minding the gap," or 
if 1 wasn't there at the right time, "I was minding 
the gap." 

During the family's three-year sojourn at the Jack- 
son Place, from 1890 to 1893, I was minding the 
Jackson gap. Our daddy was the community miller, 
operating the quaint old mill by the pond, which 
was a Familiar sight in those days. The mill was run 
by a large wheel, some 15 or 20 feet high, called an 
overshot wheel, from the fact that the water poured 
over the wheel. Others were called undershot wheels 
because the water struck the wheel near the center, 
causing the wheel to be pulled under. 

Neighbors for miles around carried corn to 
Sharpe's old mill. Then they would fish or go in 
swimming, while waiting for their grindiri. Often 
in the Fall of the year, Daddy would take along his 
old muzzle-loading shotgun, and shoot ducks on the 
pond. One day a large drove of ducks dropped down 
on the pond just above the old rock dam. He put a 
Rood, heavy load of shot and powder in the old gun 
and eased up behind the dam, and for just a minute, 
the ducks all huddled together with heads up. He 

banged away at their heads, and with only one shot, 
killed nine ducks. It took so long to load a muzzle- 
loader, they seldom got in a second shot. 

Often on Sunday, Mother and Daddy would get 
in the wagon and drive over to visit a neighbor, and 
leave the boys to watch after the place while they 
were gone. Daddy had quite a number of goats that 
year, and the boys decided to catch one and hitch 
it to a two-wheeled wagon they had made. Being 
unable to catch one around the yard, they lured 
them inside the house and managed to close the 
door, which really got the goats excited. After a few 
trips running around the room, the old lead goat 
spotted the only glass window in the room by the 
chimney, bucked his head with a bleat, and hit the 
window right in the center, leaving it with a spider- 
web effect. The other goats followed suit, doing a 
complete job of cleaning the window out from side 
to side. The goats made a clean getaway, but the 
boys suffered rear guard action when Daddy came 

On another occasion, when Mother and Daddy 
had gone for a visit, they left Otis and Rufus to 
watch after the baby. When Jip started crying, 
Rufus raised a plank in the floor and dropped him 
under the house, so they couldn't hear him. 


There were times on the farm, as a boy I shall never forget, 
Although 1 grew up, things have a way of lingering yet. 

But when I let myself go, just to think at will, 

I invariably wind up, around the "Old Syrup Mill." 

Not even the birds and the bees, and flowering shrubs of Spring, 

Or the days to a barefoot boy, that the good old Summer time could bring 

With its swimming hole, which I regarded as sublime. 

Left me with no such picture, as the good old syrup making time. 

Syrup making time started early in the Fall 

When we took down the cane that was not so tall 
And stacked it in bed, with dirt on top, 

Which was to be saved for next year's crop. 

1 landstripping long rows of sugar cane took qtiite a time. 

But what a pretty sight, to look down the line, 
■No artist can paint in just the right hue 

To match the sparkle of "Ribbon Cane Blue," 

The cane was cut and piled; the wagons to fill, 

And load after load, was hauled to the mill. 
Long before day, it was "rise and shine," 

And hitch up old "Rhody" and start to grind. 

A large fire was built, so everybody could see 

The cane was piled high by the old apple tree. 
Every fellow had a job; he was called to do, 

And there was no let-up the whole day through. 

Everybody wanted to feed the mill 

For there he had a chance to drink his fill- 
He watched the cool rich juice as it poured from the race 

And he didn't mind it if a little squirted in his face. 

From the heavy iron rollers came a pleasant crunching sound 

As old Dobbin trodded in a circle, around and around. 
Then you called for the cane boy to pile up more cane 

For the pile would down as you reach for stalks, again and again. 

You crammed the mill full, and got a large sluice. 

Then yelled for someone to move the juice. 
"Don't stand around," says Dad, "like a bunch of dummies, 

Co out there and move the puiiunies." 

Let's go, Rhody, you're getting a little slow, 

We'll have to put in old Jane, and let you blow. 
The fire in the furnace was beginning to roar 

And the juice for the pan was ready to pour. 

Neighbors came in from all around. 

And watched the syrup bod to a golden brown. 
Billows of smoke rose high in the air 

As if to say, they're making syrup over there. 

As Dad chunked the fire you'd see 'im shake a leg, 

For syrup was about ready to let go into the keg. 
As syrup was strained and foam gathered round the lail 

We dipped in our fingers, and called it "Bull Tail." 

Jugs and kegs were filled and sealed 

And stored in (he smokehouse for many a meal. 
Syrup making memories, there were quite a few, 

But heading the Jis( was the cane to chew. 

Every long-jointed stalk we came across 

Over the pummv pile, we gave it a toss. 
And each stalk we tossed, we'd safely file 

Deep down under the purnmy pile. 

There it would keep cool and juicy, the entire batch 

And taste as if it was right out of the patch. 
About Christinas when our buck-eye popping was just about through 

J here would be plenty of long- jointed sugar cane to chew. 



When we were young, and there were ten of us 
boys, to be exact, my father hadn't been to church 
for some time, always coming up with the same old 
excuse, no Sunday clothes One year, after selling 
a few loads of watermelons in the Summer, he 
decided to get the boys some clothes to wear to 
church. By picking up odds and ends of some heavy 
cloth goods, that Mother could make into suits 
that would fit his money, if not the boys, we soon 
had suits, but still we had no hats. By further 
searching, he found a merchant who was over- 
stocked with out-of -style derby s of assorted sizes 
and colors, and by taking a dozen, it was a real 
giveaway, and his only hope, Laughing up his 
sleeves, he forked out his last two dollars. 

When Sunday came around, the wagon was 
loaded with hay and the boys piled in, derbies and 
all, with some derbies resting on their cars, and 

some ears completely emerged. Feeling a little 
sheepish, the boys lay low in the wagon, while 
Mother and Daddy perched high on the drivers 
seat up front, completing the derby scene. There 
was a long hickory whip sloping back from the 
driver's shoulder, ready to quell any disturbance 
that might start among his passengers. 

Old Dobbin was headed down the long road to 
church, with Mother and Daddy arguing as to 
whether the Eunuch went under or over the water, 
and the boys' only thoughts about water were being 
at home in the deepest part of it. While watching 
the wagon wheels cut into the waxy mud, they 
passed an old neighbor's house. He turned to his 
wife, Marthey, and said, "We are going to hafter 
turn old man Jim Sharpe out of the church. There 
he goes to town on Sunday morning with a load of 


The following is an account of one of the most' 
dangerous hazards of farm life, that of being at 
tacked by the herd bull. This took place in the Spring 
of 1924, and 1 miraculously escaped with my life. 

This is a true story of a bull, Pat, and of Polly, a 
good -natu red colored cowboy. Polly was employed 
by Mr. F. H. Callahan, known by everybody as 
Fred, and had been brought up among cattle and 
mules. Very few people, especially farmers in the 
county and surrounding area, had not bought live- 
stock from, or sold livestock to Fred Callahan, and 
they always reported a fair deal Polly was with the 
stock bam back in the Tennessee mule boom, when 
a farmer was just as important as the number of 
plows or mules on his farm. 

A familiar sight at Callahan's barn (where farmers 
always congregated), was to see Polly come trottin' 
out of the door of the big barn, leading a pair of 
mules, with Fred switching his whip just the right 
number of times to put the pep in the mule that the 
farmer was looking for, thus selling the mule. 

Now, back to Polly and Pat. Pat was a cream- 
colored butt-headed bull, raised from a calf as a pet. 
When we sold Pat to Callahan, Polly decided to 
drive Pat with a rope to the barn, which was only a 
few miles down the road, but he hadn't gone far 
before Pat decided to turn back. Determined to show- 
Pat who was boss, Polly plugged him in the nose 
with a wagon spoke, which Pat promptly resented. 

and made several lunges after Polly, and would 
have chased him farther, but Polly was headed 
toward town, and Pat, not interested in going that 
way, turned back. He went bellowing up the road 
dragging the rope, in not too good a humor. He 
hadn't gone far before meeting old Uncle Edgar 
Heard, who had a reputation of not being easily 
scared, always carrying a long knife in his pocket. 
since he was getting a little too old to climb to 
safety. But as Pat roared close enough to see the 
wrinkles in his face, and evil in his eye, Uncle 
Edgar forgot he had a knife, or how old he was, 
and headed straight for the nearest telephone (?) 
pole, and by superhuman effort, managed to climb 
a little way off the ground. However, he began to 
slide down a little and got his feet tied up in the 
rope, as the bull made several dashes around the 
pole. When the bull pounded Uncle Edgar from 
behind, he was reminded where his knife was. So 
while swinging back and forth on the pole, the bull 
hitting him one time and missing him the next, he 
managed to get his knife out, open it, and with a 
big thrust, drove it into Pat's nose. This brought 
forth a gush of blood, and the smell of it turned the 
bull into a varitabie ball of fire. As Pat fell back 
to get a new start, with blood spattered all over his 
face. Uncle Edgar slashed the rope that held his feet. 
So on the next battering-ram charge. Uncle Edgar 
just wasn't there, but halfway up the pole, reaching 


for the erosspleee, where he remained until the 
coast was clear. 

Leaving Uncle Edgar lucky and contented to pole- 
sit awhile, Pat marked his path with a bloody streak 
as he roared up the road, with blood spurting from 
his nose at every pulse beat. A madder, wilder bull 
I never hope to see, looking from one side of the 
road to the other, for somebody he could take on 
next, and that somebody happened to be me, I saw 
him coming, but didn't know the condition he was 
in, and ran to open the gate, but soon found it wasn't 
the gate he wanted, but me. Coining nearer, he 
began to speed up, and 1 saw the blood spurting 
from his nose. Rising on his hind feet, he made a 
dive straight toward me, letting out a wild horn- 
like bellow that almost curdled my blood. 1 managed 
somehow to dodge his dive by jumping to one side, 
but could think of nothing but getting out of there 
in a hurry, and found myself running straight down 
the road in front of him, by the side of a new fence 
I had just built of one strand hog wire, and three 
strands barbed wire. 

For some 150 yards, it was me and him, but was 
fast becoming more him than me. Not only was he 
breathing hot air down my neck, but spurting blood 
at my back. Something had to be done, and done 
quick. I decided to try vaulting over the fence, 
which was on a high bank beside the road to my 
left. I couldn't afford to even glance backward to 
see what my chances were; neither could I afford to 
slow down to make the leap, and one leap would 
have to do it. If I grapped the barbs of the wire in 
my hand, they would just have to but in, as there 
was no time to make the slightest change in my grip. 
Timing my steps, and leaning toward the fence, I 
made a desperate grab for the top wires and swung 
myself over, falling flat on the ground. As I rolled 
away from the fence, I heard the fence posts crack, 
as Pat threw his weight against the fence; but it 
held, and turned him back. Something seemed to 
boost me up as I cleared the fence. The good Lord 

must have been with me, for the devil was behind 
me, and if I even as much as scratched my hand, I 
don't remember it 

However, this was not the end of the chase or 
excitement — there was another episode to follow. A 
posse of ten neighbors was formed, composed of five 
white and five colored people, to go and get Pat, 
dead or alive. His trail was easily followed, for the 
stream of blood led to the back side of the farm, 
where he barricaded himself in a thick swamp. As 
we reached the head of the swamp, and got organ- 
ized for the search, old Pat didn't wait for us to 
come into the swamp after him, but came out of the 
swamp with a surprise attack plan of his own, 
forcing us to abandon ours. New plans were formu- 
lated immediately without further discussion. The 
expedition was completely routed, with all organiza- 
tion practically non-existent, except for one final 
item of strategy — we all headed for the same tree, 
in fairly open pasture, as it was the only one nearby. 
One lone pine tree about 20 feet tall was the object 
of our intent interest, and climbing as high as possi- 
ble was our goal. Left on the ground, however, was 
my dad, who was about 75 at the time, and as he 
was the last to arrive on the scene, he found the 
tree full of people so much so, that the top of the tree 
was bent over in almost a half circle. The one on 
top, which happened to be the writer, was yelling, 
"Don't come no higherl It's getting ready to pop 
off I" I wish I had a picture of the entire scene. The 
bull arrived at the tree only seconds behind my 
dad, who fought him to a finish with a pitchfork, 
around and around the foot of the tree. Finally, 
when Pat could stand the fork no longer, he rushed 
off to the swamp and fell, to the relief of the bending 
tree and its occupants. Who was the Hero? Dear 
old Dad. And Fat, almost bled to death, for he never 
got on his feet again. He was dragged to the truck, 
and Polly finally got his bull. The Lesson . . . Keep 
an eye on a bull. 



Few people have success in any vocation without 
first having a love for it, and though I never played 
any sport professionally, I enjoyed all games as 
much as anyone who did. They not only afforded 
me a variety of interests in life, but also aided me in 
my profession as a farmer. I learned to know and 
love people better that way. People, as well as most 
animals, are bom with a playful instinct. The bounce 
ui' a ball is a challenge to youth to bounce with it. 
A sleeping kitten is quickly aroused by the bounce 
of a ball or a moving string. Even the attention of 
the evasive bass is attracted, as he quietly fans the 
water on the cool shady side of a lot, when a popping 
bug is drawn through the water over his head. His 
playful instinct is hard to hold back. Fishing is not 
a lazy man's game; there's work in it, if it is done 

When a person says, "That game has too much 
work in it," he is either a litde on the lazy side, or 
is letting his age take over, for who minds the work 
of a good game. Any game is just as clean and 
pleasant as the ones who play it. If a game is broken 
up with an argument or a fight, it is not the fault 
of the game, but purely a verdict against the players. 

I have always had a special preference for any 
game that is played with a ball, and because such 
games are usually outdoor games that call for real 
action and skill, they appealed to my growing na- 
ture and interest. One of the first games 1 learned to 
play was called "paddle- cat" which was played 
with a paddle and ball. Just where the "cat" came 
in, I have never known, but I liked the game, and it 
was in playing this game, that I learned I could hit 
a ball any way you could throw it to me. The entire 
school played it, and no team or sides were needed. 
There was also a game called "scrub," in which the 
batter ran to one base and back home. In this game, 
also, no sides were chosen, and you received a 
turn at bat only when you got another person "out." 
In the game of "town- ball," sides or teams were 
chosen, and 1 liked this game very much. It was 
similar to baseball, differing only in the fact that 
the ball was not thrown fast, and each team pitched 
to its own batters. The ball was different, being 
softer, as the runner could be hit with the ball be- 
tween bases to make put-outs. Also, the whole team 
had to be put out before changing sides. 

When I was twelve, our teacher, Miss Adell Quar- 
rels, started teaching us to play baseball. She would 
pitch for both sides, and I will never forget her 
saying, as she delivered the ball, "Here it is!" We 
took baseball from there as our favorite pastime 
for the next 25 years. Our crowning achievement at 

school was to take the three Sharpe boys — Jip, 
Cal and Mel, and beat a full nine of other teams in 
school even' day at noontime. This was accom- 
plished mostly by the strike-outs on Jip's fast, 
high, inside balls from the box, by Cal catching with 
one left-handed work glove, (no mask), and by Mel 
on first base, ready to cover infield or outfield. 

I started playing with the local White Plains team 
at the age of fifteen. I played 15 to 25 games every 
summer, losing only two or three games each sea- 
son, for some twenty five years. Second base was 
my regular position, but I could play any one of the 
nine positions, including pitcher and catcher, always 
being the first hatter up. I wasn't a long-ball hitter, 
but my average was over 400 for the season. Being 
a pull hitter, my best hits were sharp singles over 
third base, and two-baggers into left field and 
center field. By crouching low over the plate, with 
choked bat, 1 drew many walks, singled often 
through infield, struck out only twice, and never 
fanned during my playing career. 

To the best of my knowledge, the following names 
made up the first team organized at White Plains, 
and other teams that followed later: 

Cal Sharpe 2B 

Tillman Hay good ..... SS 

DockPrather C 

J.W.Deloach LF 

Mel Sharpe IB 

JessTomlinson CF 

Bill Tomlinson 3B 

Arthur Lankford RF 

Jip Sharpe P 

Hiram Daniel P 

Ed Simonton C 

Johnny Finney SS 

Louis Finney LF 

Jack Finney », IB 

Phil Finney RF 

Charles Finney P 

The Sharpe team lined up 

Cal Sharpe 2B 

Mel Sharpe C 

Rut Sharpe IB 

Ernest Sharpe.... CF 

Jip Sharpe P 

Jim Sharpe (Dad) 

Millard Benton CF 

Harold Sorrell IB 

Rae Sorrell 2B 

Clyde Ramage , 3B 

Jeff Daniel LF 

Glenn Sorrell C 

Pat Benton RF 

Morris Daniel SS 

Percy Benton.,., P 

Curtis Sorrell P 

J.B. McLain P 

Richard Finney CF 

Hal Finney C 

Walter Finney .♦. 2B 

Bobby Finney 3B 

in this order: 

Jack Sharpe SS 

Oat Sharpe 3B 

Henry Sharpe ...LF 

Bill Sharpe RF 

Web Sharpe PH 



After playing baseball for 33 years, I hit my firs! 
golf ball in 1950. It sailed about 150 yards, having 
been hit with one of Percy Benton's clubs. I never 
hit another golf ball until Christmas of the same 
year, when Millard Benton gave me some old clubs 
and balls, and since that time, 1 have never enfoyed 
any game any better. 

I started with one hole, building my golf course, 
and ten years later had worked it into an 18-hole 
course, par 72, which I have parred many times. 
Vfy best score was a four-under-par, 68. Twice I 
have been thrilled to make a "hole in one" during 
a game, and once during practice. 

The game of golf is the only game that is played 
on the player's honor. You don't shout, or throw pop 
bottles at the opposing player, when he gets ready to 
stroke the ball. Instead, every player stands back, 
in perfect quietness, to honor his opponent's stroke, 
and if it is good, he gets everyone's praise. Likewise, 
he gets everyone's sympathy if it isn't a good stroke- 
In no other game have I found this sort of spirit, 
and to me, it closely compares with the game of 
life, Golf has its hazards incorporated into the 
game, in such a way that the serious-minded players 

soon overcome them, but the careless players are 
eliminated by them. Like the game of life, it has its 
spiritual and moral lessons to be learned, with many 
physical and mental obstacles along the way. Over- 
coming these obstacles make the game all the more 
interesting to the serious-minded thinker and 

No greater comparison to the game of life is there, 
than the fact that "Few there be who par the course, 
for straight and narrow is the fairway that leads 
to a perfect score, hut broad and dense are the 
wooded areas atid the sand-traps, where multitudes 
lose the hall" Many ministers like the game because 
of its clean thinking, good fellowship and exercise. 
Hitting the ball over water is a mental hazard, 
requiring concentration on hitting the ball, and not 
on the water. Hitting into sand- traps is a physical 
hazard, requiring skill in getting out without extra 
strokes. Observing the golden rule comes natural in 
golf. Honesty is the first lesson learned. If you fail 
that simple lesson, you will have to drop out of golf, 
because no one wants to play with you in the "Game 
of Honor," 



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J.Cal takes a drive 


Members registering at Spring Lake Golf Club are 
as follows: 

1. J. Cal Sharpe 

2. Frank McCarley 

3. Jr. McCarley 

4. Verne Foster 

5. Morris Daniel 

6. Clarence Sharpe 

7. Jack Sharpe 

8. Larry Sharpe 
0. Gladys Body 

10. Bob Williams 

11. Thomas Body 

12. Loyd Grover 

13. Chas. Cummings 

14. Lamar Orient 

15. Jerry Odem 

16. Butch Fuller 

17. Geo. Jackson 

18. Bill Levy 

19. Engman Sorrells 

20. Ray Sorrells 

21. J, W. Sharpe 

22. Tommy Sharpe 

23. Nathen Sorrells 

24. Pat Sorrells 

25. J. O Sharpe 

26. Roy Anthony 

27. Milton Webb 

28. R. W. Breed 

29. W. Anthony 

30. Parker Moon 

31. Jr. Philpot 

32. E. Noles 

33. M. Barnett 

34. Ed. Beall 

35. J. E. McCarley 

36. Roy Brown 

37. H. Manly 

38. T. Muldrew 

39. M. Burson 

40. T. Cottle 

41 . Beverly Tramell 

42. Hobs Jackson 

43. Fount Lane 

44. Billy Smith 

45. Tom Prestridge 

46. Mortal Sorrells 

47. Wayman Sorrells 

48. Dick Winterbore 

49. Dick Binger 

50. M. H Sharpe 

51. Tomfe Swain 

52. Carl Swain 

53. Dale Swain 

54. John Jacob 

55. Bo-Cat Boyd 

56. Jimmie Moon 

57. Wilton Webb 

58. Sarah L. McCarley 

59. Ruth McCarley 

60. J. V. Baily 

61. Cathie Baily 

62. John Hanson 

63. Morgan Windsor 

64. Mrs. Windsor 

65. Gaukee Tee! 

66. John Jackson 

67. Allen Chapman 

68. Mrs, Chapman 

69. Marvin Bryant 

70. Rev. King 

71. Rev. Roy Palmer 

72. Walter Palmer 

73. G. Palmer 

74. Joe Higgins 

75. J. Cole 

76. L. Howard 

77. N". Callahan 

78. Dock Smith 

79. Fred Gray 

80. O. L. Johnson 

81. J. Whitlow 

82. Frank Jones 

83. J. Paul Jones 

84. Mr. Groom 

85. T. Groom 

86. MissCumbee 

87. A. Cunningham 

88. Allen Frazer 

89. Donald Sharpe 

90. Holly Weldon 

91. John Hasque 

92. Jr. Hasque 

93. Gene Lamb 

94. Don Ramage 

95. Earl Stewart 

96. Dit Gooden 


97. Albert Sharpe 
93. Bob Sharpe 
99. Phillip Sharpe 

100. Bonnie Hand 

101. Mrs. A, E. Jackson 

102. Homer Preston 

103. E. B. Odom 

104. E. B. Odom, Jr. 

105. John R. McLain 

106. Mary Sue Mac. 

107. Jasper Sharpe 
106. VVinkee Sharpe 

109. Keith Sharpe 

110. H. Lauderdale 

111. Don Lauderdale 

112. Juanita Sharpe 

113. Gladys Sorrells 

114. B. Ichelburger 

115. D, Icleburger 

116. Frank Garrett 

117. Ollie Wade 

118. Jack Osborne 

119. Tom Osborne 

120. Henry Osborne 

121. Win Osborne 

122. John Osborne 

123. Ronnie Taylor 

124. James Taylor 

125. Ed Taylor 

126. Ronnie Levy 

127. Willis Donnan 

128. Carl Ernest 

129. J. Ernest 

130. Paul Easterling 

131. Paul Curtis 

132. Percy Benton 

133. Milard Benton 

134. W. Benton 

135. D. A, Wood 

136. Dan Kaylor 

137. Kermett Harris 

138. J. Miller 

139. Dudley Perry 

140. Billy Acker 

141. S. T. Foster 

142. Bill Sharpe 

143. Jonny Sharpe 

144. Joe Bob Royal 

145. Hamp Royston 

146. Lena Spenoe 

147. Johny DeLoach 

148. B. Howard 
149- Frank Smith 
150. T.Tucker 

151. Frank Maio 

152. Scottie Sharpe 

153. A, Cofield 

154. Joe Davis 
153. Danny Davis 

156. Laverne Davis* 

157. Patsy Davis 

158. Brcnda Davis 

159. Eleine Sorrells 

160. Jean Sorrells 

161. Ted Talley 

162. B. J. Farrar 

163. Francis Farrar 

164. Gregg Farrar 

165. K. Mae Sharpe 

166. Ernest Talley 

167. Rev. Young 
188. Mrs. Young 

169. Jr. Young 

170. Jack Langley 

171. D. Langley 

172. Ralph McCarthy 

173. Bruce McCarthy 

174. Mrs. Frank Jones 

175. Alver Webb, Jr. 

176. Cary Foster 

177. Richard Sharpe 

178. Bill Hines 

179. Maxine Wheeler 

180. Mrs. James Taylor 

181. A. R. Hudson 

182. Rock Hudson 

183. Brent Pledger 

184. Alfred Davis 

185. Susan Benton 

186. Noel Benton 

187. Janace Wheeler 

188. Kenneth Simms 

189. Azro Huckaby 

190. W r heeler Barber 

191. J. Stevens 

192. R. Stevens 

193. Monroe Sharpe 

194. Kenneth Sharpe 

195. L. Sharpe 

196. Ricky Sharpe 

197. L. Slagle 

198. Jr. Farr 

199. S. Langford 
200 J. B. McLain 

201. Dr. Erett 

202. Bill Smith 

203. Bill White 

Club House - The Old Home Place 








View in the Cabin Section 











One of the first rides to be set up at Sharpe's 
Playgrounds took place during the sliding hill, flying 
fonny days, soon after the turn of the century around 
1905, and was used several years. We referred to it 
as the dummy line, or the pumrny pile special We 
first built a. track of 2x6 oak scantlings, some 300 
ft. long that paralleled the road on the south side, 
that led down hill to our front yard. This road was 
also used for the many foot races we engaged in to 
the end of the lane, and back, with the large walnut 
tree in the front yard being the starting line. 

Having completed the track, a car to ride on was 
built on a pair of heavy iron flanged wheeled saw 
mill lumber trucks, used for baring (iff lumber to 
the drying yard, on which a flat was built, extending 
over the wheels some 5 or 6 ft. wide. By [lushing 
it to the top of the hill, we all jumped on foT the 
ride down the hill, gaining speed as it went along. 
How were we to stop it? That was already figured 
out, when we built the track, to dive right into the 
puminy pile some 8 or 10 ft. high with such speed, 
the unloading was instant; And a perfect roll-out 
was necessary to avoid flying heels, but the thrill 
was terrific, everyone was yelling for the next ride. 
It was great fun for several years, and no one was 
ever hurt. 

Some ask us how we managed to make a perfect 
roll -out on the first impact. First we made several 
short trial runs to test the impact, and learned how 
to roll-out of each other's way, by jumping in a dif- 
ferent direction. And too, we did most of our riding 
from a standing position, to be able to jump at the 
right time, and as yet we have never been able to 
find a shock absorber to compare with the right 
resistance of the old pummy pile. 











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Ralph Sherrar behind the Samson Slingshot 



With the Agriculture Depart- 
ment determined to encourage 
farmers lo shift their cropland 
into recreational projects, it may 
be instructive to consider the case 
of J. C Sharpe. 

Mr, Sharpe has 250 acres near 
LaFayette, Ala. Until about 10 
years ago he was a dairyman with 
a 32-cow herd. But help was hard 
to get and he wasn't making much 
profit, So Mr. Sharpe began to 
turn his farm into a recreational 
area, which he calls "Dizzy-Land." 
Today he has a rough but playable 
golf course, a couple of softball 
fields, six ponds (fishing fee: 50 
cents), facilities for badminton, 

shuffleboard and horseshoe pitch- 
ing, a playground,, picnic tables 
and a meeting place for clubs, 
church organizations and the like. 
It's nothing fancy; Mr. Sharpe 
made all the children's swings and 
other equipment himself from old 
farm equipment and his own tim- 
ber. And he's just about doubled 
his previous dairy earnings. 

What's especially interesting 
about VI r. Sharpe's venture is that 
the only help he got from the Ag- 
riculture Department was advice, 
fie didn't use a dime of the tax- 
payers' money. This raises the 
question of why the Government 
thinks it has to spend some S25 

million this year to start a big 
Rural Areas Development pro- 
gram. Certainly it suggests that 
Agriculture Department officials 
don't believe other farmers are 
as resourceful as Mr, Sharpe has 
proven to be. 

Still, there may be .something to 
be said about the new program. If 
the switch from farming to fun 
really catches on, and if enough 
acres are turned over to golf and 
pienieing, maybe it will solve the 
whole dairy farm surplus prob- 
lem. Or would the Government 
then have to launch a program 
for stock-piling golf balls? 

The Club House Chapel 



This is a list of families holding their annual re- 
unions at Sharpe's Playground, some since its 
beginning in 1949. Included are most all church 
groups in the surrounding area of several counties, 
and many Boy and Girl Scout groups. Many class 
and school picnics are held throughout the summer 
months. Not to be forgotten are fishermen of all age 
groups, and swimmers too numerous to count, be- 
sides some 250 members of various churches, who 
were baptised in old Blue Lake, one elderly lady 
being baptised in a wheel chair with two attendants. 























































Cal Rings F&t Chow! 

The old farm bell is in the fork of the old family 
Chestnut tree that grew on the top of Chestnut Tree Hill. 

Blister Takes a Nap in the Shade 


The Lineup - Ready for a Good Meal 

Part of the Sharp* Tribe Take an Extra Snack by tiie Lake 



Before it was filled 

Now there is fine Fishing and Swimming 





The House Built by Mrs. J. C. Sharpe's, Pound Cakes 

After Sunday Dinner, Mr. and Mr*. J . C. Sharpe, Nae Chun Chung, 
Allen Chapman and Buster. Beady to Go 




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The following reports to our local newspaper, 
The LaFayette Sun, were written between the years 
of 1948 and 1962. AH dates are not given, but the 
column was written weekly, following the week- 
end's activities, during which I attended church 
services in various communities all over Chambers 
County, and I am proud to say that we have many 
fine churches. 

You will notice in our reports on the happenings 
in and around the community of White Plains, that 
we always endeavored to put first things first, which 
makes for the good and uplift of men spiritually- 
This was the purpose of mans creation in the first 
place, and we have always been found tying this 
aspect into our columns. Following this, an attempt 
was made to recognize different people in the com- 
munity for their works and their various social 
engagements- We tried to close the column with a 
few notes concerning good, clean recreation, which 
is so much needed for the overall content of rural 
people. Our goal,. and that of our playground, has 
always been to develop a place for, as well as an 
attitude of, clean recreation, clean conversation and 
an association with people of like mind; and after 
having done all, to stand and be able to say, "In 
God we trust, for if God be for us, who can be 
against us." 



A number of persons from this 
section attended the Chilton Coun- 
ty Peach Festival at Clanton this 
week, and a good day was re- 

Those attending from here were 
J. R. Taylor, P. W. Sharpe, J. C. 
Sharpe, A. S. DeLoach, Sam 
Spence, George Beaty, W, D. 
and E. C. Sharpe and Charlie 

Miss Myitis Benton, Mrs, N. P. 

Benton and Peggy Sharpe left 
Monday for several days* visit 
with Mr. and Mrs. J. P. Benton 
of Mount Holly, North Carolina. 

W. H. Sharpe and E. C. Sharpe 
returned to Clanton, Alabama, 
and Arcadia, Florida, after visit- 
ing with friends and relatives in 
this community last week. 

Much needed rains were appre- 
ciated in this section last week 
and crops are making rapid 


There's nothing like being a 
Farm Bureau member at this 
time of the year, with the county- 
wide picnic and fish fry coming 
up at Tomlinson's Lake on the 
29th of this month. The water 
should be fine. Everyone interest- 
ed in farming should join up. We 
are looking forward, for greater 
things to happen down on the 




Last week Dr. Eggink, J. C, 
Sharpe, and J. M. S pence attend- 
ed the Presbyterian Synod of Ala- 
bama, held Tuesday, Wednesday 
and Thursday at the Govern- 
ment Street Presbyterian Church 
in Mobile. The church is located 
at the west entrance to the new 
tunnel under the Mobile River 
Going through the tunnel makes 
a very interesting entrance to the 
city of Mobile, The Government 
Street Church was organized in 
1830, and is one of the largest 
churches in the area. Rev. J. C. 
Frist is the pastor, and was Host 
to the Synod- Rev. Robert H. 
Walker, the retiring Moderator, 
opened the first session of the 
Synod Tuesday night with a ser- 
mon from the 9th chapter of Acts, 
using for his subject the words 
of Paul, "Who Art Thou Lord? 
and What Wilt Thou Have Me 
To Do?" He told of picking up 
an old darkey, giving hjrn a lift 
into town. He noticed that the old 
Negro gaz.ed at the Bible on the 
seat beside him. He asked if he 
knew what was in that book 
(thinking that he might have a 
chance to preach him a sermon 
while riding along, as he was just 
out of the Seminary, and was just 
bubbling over to tell somebody 
what he knew). "Ross," the darkey 
said, "1 can't read or write, 
and I don't know much about 
what's in that book, but I can 
tell you who's in it." Rev. W'alker 
declared that to be the great 
need of today, not to know so 
much about what is in the Bible, 
but who's in it. He added that he 
did not know all the answers to 
the problems of the Church today, 
but he knows someone who docs 

Dr. Russell of Montgomery 
{brother of Senator Russell of 
Georgia} was elected Moderator, 
and presided over the remaining 
sessions. A large number of young 
ministers were introduced in the 
Synod for their first year. Among 
other highlights of ihe Synod 
meeting was an address by Col. 
LeCraw, a former mayor of At- 
lanta, a man with world travel 
experience for many years, and a 
missionary to China and Japan, 
where he had watched the prog- 
ress of Communism first hand. He 
declared there was a real danger 
of Communism stealing the place 
that Christianity holds, and be- 
coming the most dynamic force in 
the world. His conclusion was that 
this world menace or idcalogy 
could not be killed by bullets, but 
could be killed only by a better 
idealogy, and that Christianity 
had only three or four years more, 
in which it might rescue itself 
from such a world domination. 

The Synod of Alabama con- 
curred with the Synod of Missis- 
sippi in a program of exchange of 
special evangelistic workers in the 
two states, for a more extended 
program of evangelism. 

On the way down, we had the 
privilege of visiting with Dr. 
Evers Hospital in Andalusia, 
where he is doing a good work, 
specializing in alcoholic cases. 
South Alabama contains many 
Chambers Countians. At Andalu- 
sia we met Albert and Monroe 
Sharpe, in the recapping business. 
In Brewton we stopped for re- 
freshments t and found ourselves 
in Willard M or man's Drug Store; 
a door or two down the street 
was Mr. Jennings' Drug Store; 

both are from LaFayette, doing 
fine with new homes and being 
well-fixed. Also Rev. and Mrs. 
Gene Poe were happy in their 
new manse just completed by the 
congregation of the Presbyterian 
Church at Brewton. Rev. Poe is a 
former Pastor of the Lebanon 
Church, and sends greetings to 
Chambers County. Rev. and Mrs. 
Marvin Rryant of Foley, Ala- 
bama, who we met in Mobile, 
send best wishes to folks in Cham- 
bers County. Mr. Anderson Garrett 
and his daughter, who visited 
with us last week end, also live 
in Brewton. 

Dr. Eggink, our new Minister 
at Lebanon Church, is a Dutch 
Reformed Presbyterian from 
Holland, and is looking forward 
to baptising his first American 
next Sunday. His first American 
baptism will be that of little 
Patrick Barber Zak, infant son of 
Mr, and Mrs. Joe Zak of La- 

The duck count ranged from 15 to 
30 per day, mostly mallards and 
green -winged teals. One flight of 
ten geese were seen feeding on 
the lake Monday. Two large 
flights of geese numbering 75 to 
100 were seen going north this 
week. Someone advanced the 
theory as to why geese fly in a 
V-shape. Because they fly as a 
brood, Papa spearheads the drive, 
followed closely on the left by 
Mother goose and her entire fam- 
ily, lined up according to age and 
flying experience, as well as 
ability to keep up; the right wing 
was made up of faithful in-laws, 
which, as a rule, make up the 


My Favorite Minister 
Dr. Carl M chit ire 


In answer to questions about 
our trip to Montreat, North Caro- 
lina, we will say that it is a rare 
treat to visit such a place. It has 
been a real inspiration to me, and 
of untold educational value- Hear- 
ing and talking to leaders of other 
states, caces and nations gives 
one the feeling that he has been 
there himself. Those Scotchmen, 
as Presbyterians are sometimes 
referred to, like a good joke, but 
they take business with all seri- 
ousness, and, at the same time, 
have no objections to anyone 
disagreeing with them. For in- 
stance, one speaker from Houston, 
Texas, was introducing another 
speaker from New Orleans, and 
referred to Louisiana as the out- 
lying slate of TexdS. "Now, wait 
a minute. Brother," declared the 
gentleman from New Orleans, 
"no state can out-lie Texas." The 
moderator had to bang his gavel 
for some time to bring quiet out 
of bedlam, but the work was much 
easier from there on. 

Being accustomed to the rolling 
hills of the Piedmont area of Ala- 
bama, we got an unexplainable 
thrill, as well as a sizable hunk of 
inspiration, as we stood at the foot 

of a mountain gazing at the top. It 
is true that only God can make a 
tree, but the same saying seems 
to be much more true about a 

To begin with, we were fortunate 
to have Mr. O. C. Ogletree, of 
Alexander City, as our companion 
for the trip, although we had 
never met before. We won't soon 
forget the welcome we received 
for the night by Mr. Ogletree's 
son, Bob, and his wife, at Chatta- 
nooga, Tennessee, along with the 
antics of his almost-human screw- 
tail bull pup. The Chattanooga 
route to Montreal takes one 
through The Great Smoky Moun- 
tains National Park, the Cherokee 
Indian Reservation, and several 
miles around the scenic Oconee 
Lake, If you don't believe in signs, 
don't take this route. The elbow 
curve sign here is supplemented 
with the snake wobble sign, which 
means the road does just that. 
No guard rails are used to collect 
huge stones that slip from the 
mountain side, allowing them to 
bounce off the highway and on 
down the mountain. In many 
places your stomach dares you to 
look up or down. You start to ex- 

press yourself, and all at once you 
decide to take it back. These are 
some of the things that make you 
feel good when you get home. 

The old saying "You can't see 
the town for the houses" won't 
work in Montreat, for you can't 
see the town nor the houses for 
the trees. Of the 400 or 500 build- 
ings, not more than four or five 
can be seen from any one place. 
The main buildings were con- 
structed of native stone taken from 
the mountains of the surrounding 
area, with inlaid polished stone 
floors. The General Assembly 
sessions were held in a huge cir- 
cular auditorium, with committee 
meetings being held in separate 
buildings. I was placed on the 
World Mission Committee, where 
there were many interesting lec- 
tures, and much study was 
given the mission work in Brazil, 
Korea, Japan, China, Africa, For- 
mosa and other parts of the world. 
Dr. C. Darby Fulton was Chair- 
man of that Committee, and gave 
the opening address at the first 
session, outlining the duties of the 
committee for the remaining ses- 
sions throughout the assembly. 


FROM 1893 TO 1910 

Lebanon: Rev, J. C. Wiggins 
filled his regular appointment at 
Lebanon Presbyterian Church last 

Mr. and Mrs. A. B. Norris of 
Merri wether County, Ga., visited 
their daughter, Mrs. James Bon- 
ner, near White Plains last week, 
Mr. Andrew C. Deloach and 
Miss Annie Fuller of White Plains 
attended services at this place 
last night. Baxter. 

Honor Roll for Dec. 8, 1893: 
Primary, Clay Smith, Allen Beaty 
and Clif Henderson; Intermedi- 
ate, Pierce Barber, Benjamin Fra- 
zer and Mary Barber; High School, 
Alex Frazer, Henry Barber, Bun- 
yon McCarley, Alex Beaty and 
John W. Dodson. W. A. Gilliland, 

Honor Roll of Lebanon High 
School, ending Feb. 1, 1895: First 
Grade, Joel Dodson; Second 
Grade, George Beaty; Third 
Grade, Ida Goodson and Allen 
Beaty; Fourth Grade, Arnold J. 
Mathews and Mae Yeargan; Fifth 
Grade, Sara Abemathy and Har- 
land Mathews; Sixth Grade, Char- 
lie Yeargan; Freshman, A. B. 

Happily Married on Dec, 26, 
1898, at the home of A, Y. Barber 
at Buffalo, his daughter, Miss 
Sula, was united in marriage to 
Mr. K. C. Frazer of LaFayette. 
Rev. W. T. Hollings worth per- 
forming the marriage ceremony 
in a most happy manner. The Sun 
offers congratulations to the 
young couple. They will reside in 
LaFayette. Mr. Frazer being a 
salesman at the LaFayette Crock- 
ery and Hardware Store, 

Mr. Warren A, Yeargan of Buf- 
falo has returned from Wesobulga 
where he was married to Miss 
Lola Walker. His many friends 
wish Mr. Yeargan and his wife a 
long life of happiness. 

School Honor Roll of Hamburg: 
Class No. 1, B, F. Weaver, Matrie 
Shaver, Carrie Shaver, Carrie 
Lindsey, Ella Mae Blakley, Willie 
Mae Blackstone and Ellie Bullock; 
Class No. 2, John Lindsey, Mary 
Tom GillmoTe, Carrie Lee Shaver, 
and Mary Bullock; Class No. 3, 
Frankie Blackstone, Naydean 
Cole, Odessa Parker and Rosa Lee 
Spence; Class No. 4, Winfrey 
Huckby and Eddie Lindsey; Class 
No, 5, Fannie May Huckby, Oc- 
tavia Davis, Sousie Lamb, Winnie 
Davis and Charlie Spence. G. B. 
Avery, Teacher. 

—Just Married — 

Mr. Bruno Earl and Miss Irene 
Sharp of beat 5, were united in mar- 
riage last Sunday by Justice J. T. 
Spence at the home of the bride 
Congratulations are extended. 

— A Colored Auntie 
And The Eclipse— 

And old Colored Sister, when 
the moon covered the face of the 
sun, unbosomed herself thusly: 
Bless Gaud, what am don gon, an 
happen, now. Sho, de debil is in 
dis transacshun, an he am gwinter 
bus up dis ol world. Fore Gaud ise 
gwinter teck dem tripple plated 
spoons back ter miss Sallie, an 
den ahm gwinter go shoutin home 
to glory land. G'way from here 
nigger, yerbettcr get on de gospel 
ship an give up dem stripd 
breeches yer tuck from mars Billy. 
Fare well vain worl, ise going 
home to fine my ol Abraham. 

An Item From The Year 1900. 
Miss Odessa Sharpe, who has 
been visiting relatives in Cham- 
bers County, returned to her home 
in Busby, Kan. 

(Note: When this item was 
written, Miss Odessa Sharpe was 
about 22 years old, the daughter 
of Uncle Frank Sharpe, who later 
moved his family to Canada, 

where he became a very prosper- 
ous wheat farmer, and lived an 
abundant Christian life, passed 
on to his reward in the year 1933, 
His daughter, Odessa, who mar- 
ried Mr. Charles Shiply, reared a 
family, and still lives in Calgary, 
Alberta, at the ripe old age of 

Why do you go to church? A 
poet la urate, contributes the fol- 
Some go to church to weep, 

while others go to sleep. 
Some go their wives to please 

their conscience others to to ease. 
Some go to their woes, 

others go to show their clothes. 
Some go to hear the preacher, 

others like the solo screecher. 
Boys go to reconoiter, 

girls go because they outher. 
Many go for sage reflections, 

precious few to help collections. 
— A Big Eagle — 

On last Saturday, Mr. Will 
Chatfield, who lives a few miles 
north of town, was here with a 
big eagle, which he had shot in 
the wing, and had captured. The 
bird measured six feet eight inches 
from tip to tip of his wing. He 
was of a dark brown color, and 
on his head and down his neck, 
were pure white feathers, and 
a few white feathers in his tail. 
The bird was dangerous looking, 
and seemed not to enjoy his cap- 
tivity. Mr. J, Thomas Heflin and 
Mayor Davis bought the eagle, 
and now have him in a cage. The 
report has gotten out that Mr. 
Heflin will make speeches all 
over Alabama carrying with him 
this proud bird. 


The following lines were penned and put to music by one J. Lim Satter- 
white shortly after the turn of the century. The lines were composed during 
a joking mood, concerning M. P. McCarley and his store, which was the first 
store built in the community. Because of a smallpox scare, he decided to 
stretch a rope around his store to prevent the spread of the disease. 

There lives a man in our town, who is so awful sked {scared) 
He hardly dares to turnaround, or even show his head 

Ain't he sked, oh ain't he sked. 
He stretched a rope from tree to tree and crawled back in his den 
And when his friends came walking around he says you can't came in 

No you can't, oh no you can't. 
He's got a clerk who's name is Wash, but he's all right you know 
For be can't help what his bossman says for what he says must go 

Yes it must, oh yes it must. 
And if you want a spool of thread, you walk up to the line 
And pay your money to the clerk, and away you must be gwine 

Yes you must, oh yes you must, 
And this advice TO give to you and hope youll remember quite well 
Far if you tempt for to break his rule, he's bound to give you h— I 

Yes he will, oh yes he will, 

Likewise, he turned a similar joke on a local Belle: 

There lives a gal In our town who is so awful proud 
She hardly dares to turnaround, to speak to any crowd 

Ain't she proud, oh ain't she proud. 
She chalks her face, her hands and feet, and paints her neck and hair 
And don't you know this thing looks sweet with all this mixed to tnere 

In her hair, and every where. 
I took her out to church one night, and I know youll like my taste 
It rained a tot that night, and we had past to waste 

On our face, and every place. 
And this advice III give to you and hope you won't forget 
Don't try to kiss a painted miss, especially when the weather is wet 

So goodbye, my painted miss, 

After having received a round of plaudits on the stage at White Plains on 
exhibition night, J. Lim Satterwhite was aaked by my brother, Henry, to take 
his show down to Hamburgtown. Henry was teaching at Hamburg at that 
time. He started his appearance on the stage with a round of jokes like so; 

Who's the biggest man in Hamburgtown, Sugar babe I 

Who's the biggest man in Hamburgtown, Sugarbabe I 

Who's the biggest man in Hamburgtown! 

Four feet high and six feet around, Sugarbabe. 

Roll little children, roll'm roll'em. Boll little children 

Roll'em. roH'em, Down to Hamburgtown f 

He's a dandy sho's you bom,, Sugarbabe! He's a dandy sho's you born 

Feeds his chickens on straight old com, Sugarbabe- 

Cot money In the bank and sugar in the gourd, Sugarbabe! 

Cot money in the bank and sugar in the gourd 

Taln't nobody but William Ford, Sugarbabe. Roll little children 

Roll* em, roU'em, Down to Hamburgtown I 

Do you know Warner Slaughter, if you don't 1 think you oughtei 

A man with cows to let, hell swear the silk, they'll give more milk 

Than any he's ever had yet. Roll little children, 

Aou'em, roll'em., Down to Hamburgtown! 

I lost a halfer doller at buf f alowaller knocking on Webesters door 

Rut I won it all back pitching at the crack at Plumer McCarley 's store 



The following is a list of colored people I have 
known in my lifetime. First, some who have worked 
on our farm: No. 1, Bud Brooks, a trusted helper 
for some twenty years. Others were W. C. Ross, 
Tom Price, Ernest Sutton, Leonard Ross, Judge 
Bailey, Guss Gipson, Jim Gipson, Charlie Williams, 
Vess Spence, John Henry Tate, Jernegan Brooks, 
Mae Gipson, Hamp Gipson, Henry Gipson, Lurnos 
Gipson, Aunt Jane Gipson, Ellar Gipson, Zonie 
Gipson, Ida Gipson, Estell Gipson, Jim Gipson, Mae 
Jane Gipson, Augustus Gipson, Henretta Price, 
Susie Sutton, Walt Linson, Joe Lenson, John Will 
Taylor, John Dozicr, Bish Hal, Jake Oliver, John 
Assaberry, Tom Assaberry, Knock Assaberry, Jack 
Thomas, Dora Thomas, Lee Tate, Buddie Jones, 
Willie C. Ross, Susie Ross, Charlie Glaze, Elee 
Woodget, Ptttsie Woodget, Bill Taylor, Essie Monni- 
gan, John Henry Monnigan, John Obleton, Sam 
Obleton, Peter Baker, Loss Baker, Tom Garrett, 
Will Harrelson, Ruie Heath, Dock Heath, Susie 
Spence, Jim White, John White, Poney Write, Menny 
Lou Gibson, Frank Billingslea, Gent Billingslea, 
Maud Billingslea, Aunt Cat Allen, Mauris Spence, 
Dennis Turner, Sugar Turner, Render Baily, Viola 
Bailey, Simon Spence, Tom Dorman, Ben Ferrel, 
Mima Todd, Zeke Spence, Charlie Henry Spence, 
Jimmie Amous Spence, Togg Spence", Roe Rachel, 
Zet Spence, Dunkin Myhand, Fletcher Zellus, Mun 
Adames, Larken Griffin, Booker Slay, Aunt Babe 
Ross, Pcmcnta, Ross Brooks, John Will Banks, 
Eddie B. Stovie, Adolph Banks, Howard Baker, 
and Hubert Ray fifteen years. 

Others were Foy Kendrick, Ebb Kendrick, Lillie 
Mae Kindrick, Pink Shaver, Dan Kindrick, Chess 

Wright, Croff Allen, Tom Allen, Tommie Allen, 
Glen Allen, Walt Allen, Dock Adames, Willie Adams, 
Tommie Allen, Cliff Allen, Homer Lee Allen, Sher- 
marn Allen, Dixie Allen, Morress Spence, Tom 
Dorman, Dave Dorman, Big Dave Spence, Little 
Dave Spence, Osker Auston, Barney Auston, Perse 
Dozier, Luke Jones, John MeCarden, Ella McCarden, 
Charlie Sutton, Dink Stricklin, Henry Brooks, Sallie 
Linson, Henry Dunson, Walt Wright, John Rachel, 
Man Rachel, Osker Baker, Wash Todd, Allen Mea- 
dows, Jake Wright, Ed Carlyle, Peter Grissom, Gene 
Gates, Al Gates, Edger Heard, Will Heard, Larken 
Heard, Tom Pinkard, Lonzer Smith, Cliff Johnson, 
Sim Brown, Jessie Turner, Will Kimbeli, Crowford 
Allen, Henry Allen, Charlie Grady, Bud Grady, Tom 
Cambell, Porter Spence, Charlie Auston, Ben Pal- 
more, Rufus Palmore, Lum Heard, Frank Trammel I, 
Jim Chislum, John Beard, Mary Heath, Dink Heath, 
John Shaver, Quillian Shaver, Anderson Monigan, 
Tank Cox, Henry- Thomason, Lon Wood, Osker Wood, 
Rob Wood, Josie Wood, Buck and June Spence, 
Billy Brooks, John Loveless, 

The following is a list of colored ball players 
I have known in this area For first team 1 would 
list: No. 1 pitcher Johnny Spence, No. 2 catcher 
George Glenn, No. 3 IB Obc Barker, No. 4 2B Willie 
Wright, No. 5 3B Henry Foster, No. 6 CF Eley Mac- 
Lernorc, No, 7 LF Ed Foster, No, b RF Sank Kimbeli, 
No. 9 SS Jack Heath. Another team would be picked 
from the following names: Dennis Turner, Marshel 
Kendrock, Cleveland Turner, Ed MacLemore, Vess 
Spence, Frank Spence, William Ross, Paul Ross, 
Barney Auston, Lonie Wright, O. D„ Turner, Boss 
Heath, Bob Todd, 

Unless we can make a case against God, for 
drowning Pharoah's Army in the Red Sea, or for sup- 
porting Joshua, who fought and won tile Battle of 
Jericho, or for aiding Sampson in slaying 10,000 
Philistines with the jawbone of an ass, or for per- 
forming many other acts of justice upon evil men, 
we cannot make a case against the English-speaking 
people for conquering the savage Indian tribes of 
America. God is fulfilling His promise to our fore- 
fathers, when He said, J Will Make Of Thee A Great 

Today, we are trying to leave God out of the 
picture, for which the world will receive a just 
reward, and soon. "Righteousness will exault a 
nation, but sin is a reproach to any people." Read 
your Bible,